dream fragment

In an effort to make my dreams more vivid, I experimented by taking two 100mg tablets of vitamin B6. I didn't really notice any change as far as my dreams being more vivid.

I recall having several dreams last night, some being easier to remember than others. All I remember of my first dream is being talked to about some kind of paper or contract. It has to do with something from work and it concerns my union. A man was telling me and my co-workers about the contract and that if we sign it, it would be a good thing but that we would be going against the rules of the company (or country) and would be in danger of going to jail. Despite the threat, in my dream I was one of a few guys who signed their paper.

My second dream was kind of weird. Me and some friends, which included Ron Weasly from the Harry Potter movies, had a small backpack filled with explosives which somehow accidently got mixed up with the backpack of a kid who was on a field trip with his class. He and his classmates were in three inflatable rafts which are tied together and drifting single file down a small creek. The teacher is in the lead raft. We are communicating with the boy who has our backpack via a walkie talkie. Ron somehow sneaks onboard the middle raft without being noticed and tells the boy, who is in the raft bringing up the rear, that "there are 75 lbs of explosives inside that laser." By laser, I think he means a flashlight or toy or something, not a real laser.

In my last dream, I find myself drving past an assortment of odd looking buildings that, from the road, look like large souvenir shops. I remember having talked to an old lady (Grandmother type) who wanted me to pick up some kind of magazine that one of the shops sells. Suddenly, I'm inside one of the shops, walking around looking at all the items on the shelves and also keeping an eye out for the magazine. The floor is uneven and I walk down a wooden ramp into one section where a woman designs, makes and sells wedding dresses. There are some magazines on a rack, but the title of the magazine is different from the one my friend wanted, so I leave them alone. The woman is in a small room or office talking to someone, and I remember wanting to hurry through there before she sees me and comes out because I'm afraid she might think I'm wanting to buy something from her. Thankfully the next section of the store has western wear, boots, etc., stuff that is more suited for men and I'm hoping that the woman will see that I'm still walking and not follow me. I'm heading for a section in the very rear of the shop when another section off to the right catched my eye because it's full of some of the most beautiful furniture I've ever seen. There is a display of circular coffee tables in the middle of the room. Each one seems to have been carved out of a single block of wood and each one is different. One has horses (bucking broncos?) which are holding up the top of the table. Another one has a train. Each table is polished to such a high gloss shine that they seem to almost be glowing. That is all I remember because that's when I woke up.

since i only created this account a mere half hour ago (and i havent slept since then, mind you) i guess i should start off with some recurring dreams that i've had. some i haven't had in over a year, some i may have had weeks or months ago. i can't remember specific dates though.

the barn: i start off in what is clearly a decrepit barn/warehouse that resembles my granmothers', except it is surrounded by a sort of blacktop and other unfamiliar buildings. on the inside seems to be a perfectly intact version of my elementary school's library. i am huddling in between two rows of shelves, hiding from some unknown entity. the whole place is on fire. i run out from between the shelves and quickly exit, finding outside on the blacktop crumbling classic cars (alliteration alert!!!1) and other assorted rubbish. (which is wierd, because there are also old cars and junk outside of my grandmothers' barn. my brain seems to have just plopped the barn and its surrounding area into an inner city) i hide behind one of the cars, fearing for my life but also having never seen the face of what is trying to kill me, i don't know what to look for. i keep running. now, this is where it gets somewhat bizarre. i have had this dream at least 20 times in my lifetime, and every time it is nearly identical. now, as i start to run further away from the barn, what do i trip over but an octopus. an octopus. classic. not a living one but some sort of semi-genuine looking blue blow-up octopus. anyway, after i trip over the octopus, i remain on the ground and turn around to face the barn which has now nearly burned to the ground. i begin to slowly fade in and out of consciousness, and before i finally black out i notice i am being dragged by something. all i can see is a shrouded black figure. i cannot tell if it's human. within seconds, i am passed out and the dream has ended.

Chase. Slide. A guy with long hair throws bananas on the floor, while being chased, on a sliding board.

I was on my sofa in my living room facing the television. I was waiting for my partner, who was supposed to be coming over for the night. Then my phone started to vibrate. It was her. She said that she couldn't make it and that she'd be over on Sunday instead (which was the next day in this dream). I said that was fine, trying not to sound as disappointed as I was.

After she hung up, I decided I would text her to tell her not to bother tomorrow. I felt as if she wasn't interested and always had better things to do than see me.

I was in a room which looked like a big warehouse. It was extremely bland. The walls were a light grey, as was the floor. From what I remember, the ceiling was very high. It was very well lit - almost too bright for such a room. With me in this room were my parents and my partner. There were others but I can't tell who they were. My partner and I were sat on the bare floor whereas everyone else was stood up around the space of the room - some in groups and others alone. My parents were stood together.

My partner and I were smoking. I figured after all this time, my parents have already begun to realise that I smoked so I went ahead and carried on smoking my cigarette.

in real life, my partner and I have been smoking a lot recently and I don't really want my parents to find this out

I went to go visit Dustin for some reason. I had gotten a new job and I was super excited. We decided to sit at his place and smoke. We both got super baked. This is really funny because I don’t actually smoke in real life. I cant remember to much of this dream since I had it at like 330am and I didn’t record many notes of it. My last note says “newday”. I have no idea what I meant by that but I am assuming after the smoking the dream turns into a new day…? Lol

I had a huge lot of gold that I wanted to sell. I was going around to a ton of different coin shops and pawn shops trying to find the best price that I could get. It was really nice and sunny outside and I was wearing denim shorts and a tank top. I walked into an antique looking store and I saw Oprah there. She had a pet tarantula that was given to her by Barack Obama. She explains the story to me and I can actually see what she is saying to me play out like a video. Barack had surprised her on her show with his pet tarantula and scared the shit out of her. I talked with her for a long while about how I was incredibly scared of spiders and how I probably would have punched the president if he did something like that to me. She laughed and told me that she would be right back. She wanted me to watch the spider for her for a few minutes so she could go to the bathroom. I normally would have said no but it was oprah and obamas spider, and it was in a milk jug so I knew it wouldn’t get out. I agreed and she left. As I waited for her I noticed all the intricate novelties laying around the antique shop. My mind must have been really imaginative last night. Hundreds of different old dolls, chairs, clocks, and painting were everywhere. As I waited, Carla walked in. She was in a very mischievous mood. She quietly walked over the milk jug with the spider and started examining it. I told her to put it down because it belonged to Oprah and Obama. She didn’t respond to me.he slowly started to carry the spider jug towards me. I slowly started to step backwards and out the front door. I could see that she was unscrewing the top. She knows how bad my fear of spiders is and I knew that she was going to do something that I wouldn’t like. I started to now jog away from her. She started walking faster towards me with the top off. We were now in the paved driveway of the place. Now I was running. I turned around to look at her and she was pulling the spider out and letting it down on the ground. It started to run towards me but I was getting enough of a lead that I knew it wouldn’t catch up to me. I woke up a little sweaty and my skin felt that tingly itch I experience every time I encounter a spider in real life.

Yay! I finally remembered some of my dreams from the night before, I also figured out what issue with recall was. At least some of it. In the military you have to wake up and be ready for action immediately so there's no time to lay there and try to recall your dreams, I got into that habit like most.

Early this morning:
I remember a man in an odd suit wheeling a chiuaha around in a remote control car built for dogs. That lead into a pirate ship dream where I was investigating the use of dogs on ancient sailing ships, a pirate ship in this instance and found that I had been a party to the "scurvy dog" saying by telling the captain the poor pitiful looking dog had scurvy.

So there you have it! DR a little bit!

September 8, 2011

Non-lucid, fragment

I am working outside in the sun at my usual waking job. Myself and my coworker stop by at my cousin's house for a visit and someone tries to sell us a subscription to a language program.

I have a vague recollection of the fact that there are more details than this, but I am unable to recall what those details actually are.

It was quite an eventful night...

Dream 1

I was in my boxing gym and I was sparring six round with six different guys. The gym wasn't as it usually looked and I could see rain out of windows where I normally wouldn't since the real windows are painted on.

After I sparred the 6 rounds I couldn't do any ground work as I was so tired and sore. So i just left and went home I imagine. Later on I went back and my coach said "You're back, get on the "hang-up". He pointed to a construction site within the gym and it had people pulling themselves up to a platform.

Dream 2

I was in a casino but it was more like a film. A decepticon was trying to steal something from a shelf of stuff I think it was the Matrix but when he did find it. There was a huge fight in space and the Autobots fought the Decepticons. Megatron went on a rant to Optimus Prime but HotShot came in and shot Megatron so he's dead.

It was really awesome but I don't remember that much which sucks so much.

Fragment

I was lucid in one dream. I flew aswell so not bad.

I was a male marijuana plant in last night's dream. The view was mostly third person perspective. I was worried about accidently pollinanting the clones around me, especially the one right next to me. I knew that clone was my sister, from the same mother plant. (I guess that means I was a stressed plant turned hermie?). Anyhow, I kept pondering the situation and wondered how I could stop myself from pollinating but didn't see any way for me to prevent it.

08-09-11 I am standing in a tent on field. The field is filled with dandelions and I am starting to tear up the flowers with root and I do this quite frantically. Eventually other people start joining in until there are no flowers left. However as I go along I start pulling them up less careful about getting all of the root up.

When there are almost no flowers left I start noticing that the earth is moving and that the empty holes are crippling with spiders. I don't get to dwell on this thought as the next I know I find myself under the water in the ocean near the bottom.

I look up behind me and notice a sea snake being dropped into the water by an unknown entity. I start swimming towards the top and I don't know if I am kicking through the snake(s) or not. When I get to the top I find myself close to the shore of a beautiful beach.

It is high sunshine and I am wearing a wetsuit and am carrying a surf board. I have never surfed before, but I manage to catch a pipe (don't know if this is what it is called in surfer terms) on my first ever attempt, which the person with me considers quite the achievement.

I start feeling ill and I fall off the board and find myself in a living room right next to a door out to the hallway. Behind me there is a short haired girl who grabs me around the waist. I am in a different perspective and punch my own chest to start CPR. The perspective shifts back and I shout for someone to call the hospital. Someone runs into the hallway to do this.

The girl pulls me to the floor and Shane of Weeds is standing over me to continue the CPR.

My vision starts fading to grey and I am loosing it, but I hear a voice that tells me to stay here, relax and breathe. After a while my vision starts returning to normal and as I am looking up at one of my living room plants it gradually becomes green again.

After a while longer I can sit up and I look down my leg and notice a large circle. It isn't red and the bite marks from the snake have already healed up. However now we know that we are dealing with a cobra strike and I or someone else shout out into the hallway that the person getting help should tell this.
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Notes: I remember having two more dreams after this one related to it, though without the nightmare themes. However upon waking up this morning they seem to have vanished from memory.
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I am in Holland and going into a shop to buy some weed. Someone is with me and I think I am the experienced one and need to show them how it is done.

I walk over to the counter and tell the guy I need the weakest most mellow product he has. He immediately walks to the hash counter and tells his associate to service me.

His associate start dishing out this pink goo onto the counter and explains that this is the most mellow he has. Then the first guy comes over and tells the associate that it wasn't what I asked for that I needed something with a bit more fly to it. He starts pouring some brownish goo onto the counter. Then the associate asks me what I am after, most mellow or something with fly and I quickly explain just mellow.

We all laugh and I think I buy some of the pink stuff.

Skip.

Outside the shop, which looks more like a garage on the outside I run into some shady businesmen who are looking for 2 Pac. As they explain this he appears on the other side of the street wearing a long business like coat looking nothing gangster like at all.

I stop and think to myself that he is dead and that all the conspiracy theorists that predicted his return must have been right. I think to myself that either he came back in 2007 or we are actually in 2007 right now.

The reason they want to talk to him is because he has developed something and the dream shifts into a camera chasing him as he is running through a garden. In the centre of the garden is his invention. It is a crystal that emits some sort of high frequency sound/light combination. This invention has the possibility of performing any know surgery non-invasive.

However it seems like it is overloading and hence 2 Pac and his assistant are running to get to cover. All the while this crystal is pulsing emitting this crystal like sound-light combination. There is loads of colours in this pulse, which is quite sharply contrasted by the grey clouds in the sky.
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I am in a Sims like situation a person is telling me that he has never seen the stars. I sort of force him to do this. He replies that he has seen them on Youtube, which I find ridiculous.

I run up on a mountain that apparently is the highest location nearby and phone him and tell him he should get up there as there is absolutely no light pollution what so ever.

Besides I am standing right next to Mount Everest and I don't think it would be particularly difficult to reach the top of that either.

Skip.

On a beach now still with the same mission in mind though it is daytime and he will have to wait a while. Another person/Sim is there and he has the trait that he is easily burned and will have to return for sun lotion all the time.

The parents voice sort of explain that he will have to stop playing with me because of this. There are loads of other persons that assemble around me.

I follow the easily burned guy into the house, one of his arms is really red and he is whimpering. He gets sun lotion applied and there is a bar that measures his degree of burntness that goes down with applications of this lotion.

In the house I explain that he needs a hardcore lotion, maybe like one of those for babies and all of a sudden I am in a shop that sells sun lotion, after sun, sun tan amplifier and soap. Among other things the shop also sells katanas relatively cheap.

The shop is run by WakingNomad and he tries to charge me 500 dollars for little test samples in blue bottles. I am annoyed that he charges this much because I know the protection they offer to be exactly what I am looking for, but it is stupidly expensive. I mean the bottles are like the size of small shot bottles.
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Swimming with the family along the shore of a nice beach in high sunshine.
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With the family in a house. There are two dogs that keep jumping into the lap of my dad and uncle.

[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="lightblue"]Middlestate[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Right now I am doing the exercises that I tell the people in my school project to do. And although I have already pracctised my awareness alot, it's still a good pracctise for. This evening before falling asleep I just looked at my hands nothing more. And I had some vivid dreams and even a short lucid dream.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I dreamt that I were in school and were listening to my history teacher. I normally like history, but this time I didn't undertstood anything she said. And she kept repeating that this was something that we should now by now.
She described different peoples life by drawing, weird lines and dots on the board. I raised my hand and told her that I didn't follow. But she only got angry and then she kicked me out, after I had a breakdown haha.

I was aware enough to realise that something was wrong, the school flelt different, everything felt different.[/COLOR]
[COLOR="red"]The dreamy feelingitself made me realise that I was dreaming. I looked at my hands and it stabilised a bit, although I forgot my old goal to use the spinning technique. Instead I foccused on the lockers and the surounding. And I saw that everything become more clear. I thought for a second (Why I don't know) "Who am I in love with?" Then I see her walking out of the library and I was not surprised to see who it was.[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Unfortunately those feeling made me lose my lucidity, although this was the end of my 4 day dryspell :)[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]I am glad that both my conscious and subconscious agrees with something.[/COLOR]

Date: 4/09/11
Time: -
Memory Clarity: 3/10

Two bases on a snowy map. They have to assault our blue crystal - we continously repel them. There are only two players on the team, whom I fend off. Eventually we're all fighting on a kind of snowy bridge thing, trying to knock one another off, and then a powerful Gandalf-like figure comes and saves everyone who had fallen.

Going to someone's party, people from school are there plus a few who had left school a few years ago. We all catch up.

I go into an interviewer-style room, with some friends and we go to our seperate interviewers with the products we want to buy. Think those places in tech stores where you go into an office to organise the financing for TVs and stuff, except I was just buying a handful of lollies. After discussing payment options, I finally reveal to him that I have no money, and he gets very angry at me and kicks me out, so I spend the rest of the time milling about, counting the small amount of money I had and eating random things.

I'm with some people from the student council at school and they're insisting that the school pays for all my clothes.

Date: 5/09/11
Time: -
Memory Clarity: 1/10
I didn't remember much of this but I'm trying to write it all down regardless to improve my recall! Perhaps things will 'trigger' the memories further on in the day.

• Dressing up for some reason, at first my costume was going to be Pyramid Head from Silent Hill but then I stole someone else's costume, and I was some kind of English admiral, think Captain Cook, with the fancy parade uniform. I liked this one, but unfortunately it slowly morphed into some ludicrous pink parrot head thing.
• Some friends and I, (possibly in the same dream, at the festival for which we were dressing up) discovered some strange Da Vinci-like glider machines, think the one from Assassin's Creed 2, made of wood and canvas. I took it and tried it out, and it worked really well! I glided around and it was actually really fun.
• All throughout this same dream, I was performing epic feats of parkour - jumping off ultra high things, rolling around, doing crazy flips and such.

Worth noting was the glider, and how that worked. It was probably the best experience of flying I've had so far, and despite the fact that I wasnt lucid, I enjoyed it immensly. It seemed to impress my friends too, as though noone else was able to.

Off Topic: I think I need to search up some dream recall techniques, as the past few days I haven't really remembered much except tiny fragments.

DJ Log: September 7, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am driving a small car on a mountain highway. The traffic is barely moving and some cars are driving up the shoulder. Once the traffic completely stops, I get out of the car and notice that the car is shrinking as I step out and close the door. I retrieve a remote control from my pocket and drive the car around by remote. I drive up the shoulder and under a semi trailer. As I drive, the car continues to shrink to a much smaller size. Eventually, the car is so small that I can barely see it just a few feet ahead of me.