dream fragment

Date: 1/23/2012

Fragment 1:
I can't exactly remember what the beginning of this dream was about, but I remember feeling guilty and happy at the same time throughout the start of it. A strange combination if you ask me. But anyway, the first thing I can clearly remember is being surrounded by glowing lights, that kind of in a way resembled stars. It was beautiful. They were all kinds of colors. It felt like I was floating in space, or suspended in mid-air. Then a figure faded in, a young male, attractive, yet alien. His skin was a shade of navy blue and his pupil-less eyes glowed like the lights surrounding me. He had long wispy hair, the same shade as his skin. And there were spots on him that were translucent, and showed the same glowing light as the stars beneath his skin. He took my hand and caressed my face. Then, this is when I realized I was dreaming. Because one, I thought, "Oh no, I shouldn't feel attracted to this thing, I feel like I'm cheating on the person I love." And two, I realized that it wasn't normal to have an alien thing touching my face with his hands. Then I guess, the dream became lucid and I pushed away. I woke up from the realization of it (which I wish I wouldn't have because I seldom have lucid dreams.) And then I drifted back to sleep.

Fragment 2:
I had the feeling that I was awake, but I couldn't quite wake up. I couldn't control myself, and it seemed like I was drifting away from my body. I felt afraid, scared. I saw floating open-mouthed faces close to mine, but I couldn't open my mouth to scream. I could tell I was in my bedroom, though. I think I may have been in a state of sleep-paralysis. It's not the first time it's happened. But it was still frightening. Once I finally woke up I didn't dare go back to sleep. I was too afraid, which was silly. I know that dreams can't hurt me. But regardless, it wasn't pleasant.

I wish I could remember more details. My dreams were actually somewhat interesting this time.

Driving, lots of it. Specially since I made my cross country trip to see family a few years back. I'd had them before.... but not to this extent (varying environments, once i've not even seen). I'll get aerial views, flowing out of those into me sitting in the vehicle as it goes. Its also weird there are a lot of elevated freeways that seem to be hundreds of feet in the air, definitely creeps me out to see some of the shit I just drive out without hesitation- i get the gut feeling that it may become an "oshit" moment but.... the dream just keeps going.

I remember driving through mountains roads with fking snow n ice as a earthquake shook/broke it apart, some major o-shit moments there

I see a lot of hotels/motels as the destinations in my dreams, occasionally really nice homes, or even rarer boarded up home/structures that I hide/hold up in i'm guessing. Occasionally I do notice I'm with a few or even a small group, but rarely anyone i recognize specifically or i can even see the detail of at all.

I get random shark dreams, which range from me being towed by a submarine at really high speed (like water skiing), to being at a beach and seeing them through the crystal clear water. I had a recent one where my little brother was going so far as swimming out with them (they were all g-whites btw). I remember calling him back in. He came back and then.... there was another large one just floating at the steps (we were on these concrete steps at the beach that lead into the water), my brother just hopped down the steps and landed in the water beside and just... fking pet it like a dog.

I remember doing one of my "floats" through this bay and just seeing the undersides of yachts, and of course the sharks were there, swimming around all the same.
There are the occasional floats I do in rivers too which are about the same.

. . . . . (just got pwned by a flood of more mems) ah another driving, this time with meh mum..... x.x I hate my driving dreams that involve water, those are generally not to pleasant.


There are the occasional storm ones, where i'm caught in the awe of a tornado, a large funnel that never seems to finally meet a layer of clouds, rather seems to consume the clouds above and just continue widen and grow.

Zombie dreams thankfully are finally starting to be gone, they were kind of getting old honestly. Can only have so many dreams where your just running around from a mob before it gets old. Maybe if I were lucid and decided to just pwn them all it wouldn't be a problem. Sadly that just never was the case, they were awe-fully realistic in appearance in the scenarios I found myself in. Glad my instinct still manages to keep me alive in my dreams at least though XD

I had a buuuuunch of dreams because the dogs kept waking me up. I know I should write them all down but I don't want to. I'll just talk about the one semi lucid, then just highlight the rest.

After one of the many times the dogs woke me up, I felt some really heavy WILD vibrations. They were the uncomfortable ones, like the ones I get before having a scary dream, or that demon dream. What happened next could best be described as a cross between a FA and a semi lucid dream: I knew Danny had left for work at 5am already, I remember he already kissed me goodbye, and now the sun was coming up. Then Danny, in nothing but shorts, jumped into the bed and grabbed me. I shouted "You're not Danny, he already left for work!" I knew it had to be a dream, but I just really felt like I was really in my room. He kept trying to wrestle with me really roughly, and I got scared. But I told myself that it's just a dream, and the guy is just a DC. I looked at him and said "I'm about to turn on the light!" And then he had that same look that the demons do when they're fighting off the change (the change=when the demon looks like a normal person, but then something causes them to lose control and start losing their human disguise, revealing their monstrous real self. It sometimes involves writhing, and spasms, and sharp-toothed growls. It can be scary sometimes). I didn't want to see the change, especially because my subconscious gave the demon Danny's face this time! So I jumped up and turned on the bedroom light. He vanished. That was when it turned into an FA: I thought I had really woken up from the dream and turned on the light. So I turned it off and went back to sleep. I knew it was an FA because the bed was turned around in the room 180 degrees.

The rest:

1. The mole-man that liked to eat the curdled cream from my cream-top farm fresh milk.

2. That damn kid (I say kid, he's like 19 or 20) from work. You're not my boyfriend either so stay out of my dreams! Told him he needs to find his own damn girlfriend. I said I would help because he's shy. Kept trying to kiss me. Kept following me around, wanting me to feed him. And liked to show off how many pushups he could do. Don't really know if he wanted me to date him or adopt him. Dumbass.

3. Nuclear bolt thing. Don't touch it mom!

4. That jug of reaaaaly farm fresh milk. It looked like whey with cloudy stuff on top.

Another night with little or hazy memories. I had the feeling there was at least one dream with a consistent story buried there somewhere, but couldn't find a way to reach it.

There was something about dreams, trying to find a technique that works with four or five test subjects.

I was into lucid dreaming about a year ago, started a dream journal and everything, but got too busy with certain other things to focus on it.
I've decided it's time for round 2. Every morning I'm quick out of bed and into my day, making my dream recall suck. So here's my start at building back my dream recall.

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The first bit is a fragment- I like watching AMVs on youtube, and I had found one of the Professor Layton series for the DS. And I thought "That is such a weird thing to have an AMV of..."
I recall a small fragment of a dream that had Nintendogs being played to music, an even more random thing to have an AMV of lol.

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The second bit is slightly longer- my grandma is getting pretty old, but doesn't like the idea of "being a burden" to anyone- she'd rather take care of herself. My family and I were in the living room of our old house (the one I spent the first 17-18 years of my life in). Out the front window I look and see our grandma walking away from our house, looking over her shoulder axiously to make sure no one is following her. She is on her way back to her house, which is next door to ours. It's cold outside (snow is on the ground) and everyone always worries that she might slip on ice and fall or something.

My dad also spots her, and rushes outside. She sees him, and starts running. Her lot's elevation is about 3 feet below our's, and she reaches the "edge" where the lots meet, and is forced to jump down. She looks nervous about it- looking down, back at my dad, down again, back at my dad- and then she jumps down. At about this point my dad jumped and grabbed her, held her over his shoulder, and walked back to our house.

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Wow, so much text for something that took literally 10 seconds... Here's hoping I'll remember more next time.

i had a bath and i lie down in my towel. i fall asleep.
i'm in school wwalking down a corridor with three of my friends. some kid i know walks down and gives me my towel.(the one i had on as i am sleeping) i wrap it round my waist and walk out.

Its suddenly really dark. Another two friends are running around randomnly.
One of the original free friends tell me i'm naked. all i have is my towel(reflects my actual physical state) then everyone leaves and it dark.
Scene changes and im outside the school and its bright and its from a different perspective.i see my two friends who were running around randomnly enter the school through a side door just as i come out with my three ffriends through the main door but then they pop infront of me. This time its still bright.
schocked and talking to someone next to me i say
"Wait i wanna see that again"
The world rewinds and i re-watch.

i start to notice the oddness of the world and realize i'm dreaming. I am completely stable. I attempt to fly and soar up but i cannot move ina direction. A strong wind pushes me into the wall of the school. i cant lower myself.
I realize i need to wake up to get ready as i have no idea how much time as passed.
(i read somewhere blinking wakes you up)
I continously blink but do not wake up, instead i try to use my voice(my real voice not in the dream)
after 2-3 attempts i hear my own voice croak "help"and i wake up.

I awake in my towel with complete memory of my dream.

There was a previous dream before 8 am that I couldn't remember. Anyway, this one occurred between 9 and 11 am this morning.

I was sitting there, reading a book. Yet the history of this very book is something unusual, for someone I had met on Facebook had written its contents. I knew that for a fact, yet when I picked up this book, the hardcover with a beige background, large-letter font and a plastic jacket, nothing else about it seemed unusual.

Still can't remember whether I was just reading the book, or whether the events inside were actually happening to me, or whether in fact I was experiencing the book's contents while reading it. The only chapter title I remember is 13. Darriel. Why that name, I will never know. Yet in it, a mother had scribed in pen, telling her son, who was likely failing subjects in school, to "read this chapter". The chapter went on to discuss what written submissions had earned a failing mark, and whatnot. I, too, had written on the book's pages in pen, even though others would soon be reading the same book.

On chapter 19, there was a bit about camping, and sure enough, I was sitting under the stars, with the author of the book, at a campfire in the woodlands. Somehow, the author "knew" that because there were thunderstorms in the east, those would drift off and there would be no rain for 24 hours. Not sure if any of that were true. Just as I prepared to comment, I was whisked to a road in a nearby town...or maybe I just woke up, and was wondering about emailing a different author I knew. A flashback to a different forest, east of town, that I had visited before. Later, my father quipped that the author would have to be even stronger than him to accomplish some of the book's tasks, which was impossible.

From there, I was running south on a main street, very wide, and the sun was out, but no idea what season it was. I ran across intersections, bus stops and trees, seemingly never getting tired after about 10 kilometres. Running up to another bus stop advertisement, there was writing in a non-English language of a person who had an unusual expression on his face, reminding me of yet another person I'd met on Facebook. It roughly said, "every person, we serve equally, everyday". Maybe this was a utopian world that catered to disabilities. Just maybe. I kept running.

Waking up, the clouds were very bright, just after 11 am, and the Sun was about to shine through the blinds, signalling that I was to wake up, to do what I needed to do. In case you're wondering why none of my dreams are lucid, well, I hadn't had such a dream for years, except for that one in November. The lucid part of that dream lasted maybe three minutes, yet I had no control over any part of it, in stark contrast to the dreams I'd experienced before.

In a large treehouse, searching for some Russian girl's file on a computer connected to HQ. Can't find them, so I wonder why someone wouldn't be on HQ's computers. I call them up. They give me the file.

There was also heaps of activity going on around the treehouse, like a big party or going-on in the town.

I don't remember a lot of what happened. I remember it was the elections and me and a couple of other people had been talking about them for a long time. Finally we were going into a minivan to ride somewhere that had to do with the election and then tre points in the door sees a giants roach. We all scattered. It flies out, and is on my shoulder. I'm am on all fours for an adrenaline soaked 2 minutes screaming and bucking trying to get it off. Finally one of my friends swipes it off with some leaves...

also I remember having another tattoo on my inside left bicep. It was 2 feathers

Fragment
I came through the door of boxing club and said hello to everyone. I walked past a guy who was sitting near the door and said hello. He looked like a new guy, he was light-skinned, had short hair and sounded American. This is a dream sign but I didn't want to be mean and so carried on like I usually would and asked him questions to make him feel at home.

Dream: January 21, 2012

In the dream, this occurred between 1 am and 3 am. It was probably a bit later in waking life, though, as my dreams always occur in the morning hours.

It ended with sleep paralysis, or maybe it began.

Either way, this was my first episode of paralysis since November. It was night in my dream, morning in waking life, and I felt smothered by my sinus infection and the pillow. Lying down, as I was the previous time. Maybe this time I woke up, or went back to sleep, or woke up. I guess I will never know. Tried to move some of my appendages, but it was late.

At my house, my parents were preparing to leave. Yet I was out of bed, wide awake, past midnight. One of them would accompany the other to another country, as they loaded and packed up the car to go to Detroit (facade?). Something earlier happened too, but the details of that were now missing. I had a cell phone, and they had a cell phone.

About an hour passed, then half an hour. I took some baking soda, and did a line in the fridge, preserving something that would otherwise rot if the power went out. No idea why I did that, but it was suiting.

Picked up my cell phone, either to make a call or receieve one. My mom was on the phone, though it was difficult to hear, probably because of the great distance. The voice was becoming more static, and fading.

Just staring at the wall, none of it made any sense.

I looked at the time. 2:32, 2:34, 2:38. How much more time would pass, me sitting here, alone?

I knocked on my parents' door, as it was closed. They opened it, and were still inside the room. "But weren't you just driving to the airport?"

"No".

"But what about the cell phone?!"

That was weird. They were also disappointed about the baking soda, as I headed to bed, and they began to argue.

Outside, the sky had a purple glow, and the streetlights were orange. I had tried to close my eyes, run into the window, because I knew it was a dream at that point. Yet however close I was to pronouncing it a dream, I just couldn't convince myself, for I was unable to escape through that window. There was an extra tree in the street, too, a sure sign that it was a dream.

I ran again, and they just kept arguing. Waking up, they were still arguing about some of the same things as during my dream, as I drited in and out of sleep on a weekend morning.

(Originally typed this up on Tumblr before I realized it was long enough to suffice as a DJ entry, hence the rambling style instead of my usual numbered neatness.)

Okay, so first I was playing this weird version if IRL Minecraft where you had to use a compass and some calculations to find the type of block you needed, and there were twenty different types of flowers, and there was a school test where you had to collect a certain number of each type of block on a list, but then halfway through, the list turned into song quotes and you had to find MP3s of those songs before time ran out.


And then I was visiting some relatives, and I had to sleep in the basement, but the cats kept bothering me (like one tried to mate with my pillow, and there was a kitten that kept crawling around in my pajama pants) so my older cousins and I decided we should make some food and go out for coffee. So I made a sandwich and some tea and a pickle, but when I tried to carry it back to my bed, my little cousins kept leaving obstacles in the way so the sandwich got into the tea. And then my sandwich went missing, and Benedict Cumberbatch was eating it, and I was so angry that I screamed at him and tried to stab his face with a tuning fork.


Also something about hiding under different parts of a tree, ketchup-flavored potato chips, and a bus.

Dream: January 19, 2012

The previous night I'd had a dream containing another "nutshot". Don't remember anything of it, but do remember this one.

I stepped outside. Would there be any thunder? It was supposed to be winter, yet the is the second time in a week that lightning lit up the noonday sky. The clouds were getting darker, the wind was picking up, and a warning sprang up on the TV. I had to go outside, I thought.

At night, the lightning turned the sky purple. Something else was going on, too, but no recollection of what it is could appear in my mind.

That day, I was to build a device for a competition. Also that same day, I saw some towering cumulus clouds ahead of a cold front, and it was winter, but no thunderstorms thus far...yet.

Dream: January 11, 2012

This one was a rather short dream. Most of them occur in the morning as this one did.

After packing up, I was soon on the road. It was a trip of some sort. The sky was blue, and small, and I alongside half a dozen of my groupmates were crammed in a jeep travelling through the suburbs of Sudbury, Ontario, Canada. I had never been there, but it (in facade) resembled a picture of Mount Fuji in Japan, without the volcano. After this spot, we would travel east to Petawawa. We wanted to stop for lunch.

Suddenly, I was back home. I looked at my computer screen, which had an eerie green colour. Typically it would be a nightmare to watch my computer screen do something unusual, but not this time, for I had overcome that fear already.

The next morning, I had a different dream.

In that dream, one of my close family members died. That was the nightmarish version, exemplifying a fear that I already had.

That day, I biked for about an hour in the rain.

I don't remember much, because I woke up and went back to sleep after, so the memory is minimal, but I'm almost positive it happened!

DILD Without Trying
I'm lying in my bed when I just randomly remember to do a reality check. I count my fingers, (I don't remember the results) pinch my nose and breathe... hold the phone... Try again. and again. I'm dreaming! I rub my hands together as that's supposed to help make things vivid. Didn't work, I get up and try to spin. But alas, that is where I lose memory. I must have either gone non-lucid or just forgot. But now I know I can do it!