dream fragment

Well I will write this down eveon though it is only a fragmen, and because it is the first dream in five days that i remember.

I follow a teacher to the headmaster office( or something) The teacher wants to show me that my headmaster is suicidal(wf?!)

I find myself standing outside the door. My sister comes to me, and tells me that she also want to see that the headmaster is suicidal. I open the door and see that the headmaster has a rope around her neck. Both my sister, my teacher and I laughs until she commits suicide. After she's dead we laugh even more.

I wake up.

I'm in college, near the lecture theatre, looking through my bag for some change so that I can go to the vending machine in the main building. Adrian (one of my college lecturers) comes up to me and starts rambling on about some things (which I can't remember) but keeps getting closer to me until the point where he's leaning on me. I'm thinking to myself: ''What the hell is he doing, touching me up?''
Note: Me and my friend Niall constantly make jokes about him being a child molester.
I just want him to go away to be honest, because I'm having difficulty finding these coins which are randomly in the bottom of my bag amongst the horde of other things.
He eventually leaves, which means I can go back home, but he reminds me to pick up my bag which I left on a bench nearby, just around the corner, out of my line of sight. I think to myself ''Phew. Glad he reminded me about that. My laptop/computer is in there!'' I then go back to the bench and pick it up, thinking to myself ''Yeah, nobody's gonna get this, so don't even think about it.'' then get my bike and head out of college.
For some reason I take a seemingly different route 'home' and find myself crossing the road and going up a steep and large hill, to which I find a dead end facing me at the top. I'm now standing with my bike wondering how to continue on my way (there are walls higher than me all around me except for the way I just came from, a grassy landscape located on the top level).
Jemma Rodgerson then appears, looking down on me. I ask her how I'm meant to get out of here and she simply replies ''Climb up.'' I comply, and first throw my bike up, then finally lift myself up. I ask her what she's doing alone out here and she tells me she's on the run from the police (or somebody else with authority) because she's done something bad.
We both sit down and chill out, talking about things.

I got a phone call from a friend who was across the bay. He asked me to bring him a large metal cylinder that he had forgotten to take when he left. He told me he needed it right away. I looked where he told me to and found it. It was quite heavy. I wondered how I was going to be able to carry it and still be able to keep my balance. Then I noticed it was attached to what looked like a harness. I managed to get it on my back and all strapped in. I still was not sure if I could manage such a heavy load, but decided to give it a try. I pushed off the dock and began to fly over the shallow water. Because the cylinder was secured on my back and not shifting it's weight, I was able to handle the extra weight. I do not know what is in the tank, but I assume it is some kind of fuel for his fishing boat. I took off across the bay to where my friend was waiting. When I got there he asked me to stay for a while. He had some friends coming over and he would be grilling. I agreed to stay. I got comfortable on the dock. (There is not much I remember in this part of the dream., but he is only there part of the time. He keeps going elsewhere to be with his other friends then returns. At one point we all get together and eat.) While we were all sitting around my friend's cabin after the meal, a man comes up and tells my friend that he was only authorized two fishing passes and there were a lot more people using it. I told the man that only two people had been fishing, the rest were just friends that were visiting. The man left, but I then had a very uncomfortable feeling come over me. I noticed how everyone else was acting jittery and nervous. I felt that I had unknowingly been involved in something illegal and it had nothing to do with fishing passes. The last of the food had been put away and my friend left with his other friends, leaving me alone in the cabin. I wondered what was in the tank I brought over. I looked around and found the tank. When I lifted it, I was surprised to discover that it was now very light. Whatever had been in it was no longer there. I unscrewed the lid and looked inside. Empty. Then I took my finger and ran it on the inside of the container. A white residue remained on my finger. I smelled it, but couldn't smell anything. Then I touched my finger to my tongue to taste it. It had a slightly sweat taste, but it was nothing familiar. Suddenly I realized what I had done. I had no idea what was in that container. Why would I taste it! I thought of the old detective shows where they always tasted the white powder to see if it was cocaine. But I had no idea what cocaine taste like, so what sense did that make. I put the lid back on the container and put it back where I found it. Then I headed into the kitchen. I heard my friend returning and I grabbed the broom and began to sweep the floor. That is all I remember.

I am positive that the following dream sequence contained more than I have written below, but for the life of me I cannot recall what those extra tidbits might be. I believe it may have had something to do with the sewer scene, but I am at a loss.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The earliest recollection in this dream placed myself, I believe my father, my friend Mike (the dream image of which I am starting to believe may be my DG, given how often he has been showing up lately) and a woman with whom I used to work, Kari, in a sewer, knee-deep in sludge. There was no indication as to why we were in this location, but I got the impression we were searching for someone of something. Kari and I are chatting and I notice movement out of the corner of my eye, from around the other side of a brick pillar. I peek around the pillar and notice some kind of strange, humanoid creature, clearly female and glowing blue. The creature takes off as soon as it sees me and escapes into a large round drainage pipe. For some reason this encounter does not faze any member of my party and this apparently was not the thing for which we were searching.

Next, I am on the back porch of an older, run-down house at night. It is snowing lightly and is pretty chilly outside. Mike and I are having a discussion on the porch and gesturing to the right, beyond the fence in the backyard. On the other side of the fence is the back parking lot of a police station. There is a path that runs through the backyard directly in front of us and up to a gate in the fence leading to the police station grounds. Mike points out a police SUV with a trailer attachment on it (like the ones landscaping trucks pull containing their equipment). A uniformed police officer is moving lawnmowers onto the trailer and Mike comments “They are getting ready to move out for the search.” I ask Mike why they would need lawnmowers for such a search and his answer (which I cannot recall) seems to satisfy me (damn my illogical unconscious mind!).

Down the path in front of the Porch walks Kari, wearing a black winter overcoat and one of those puffy Soviet winter hats one always sees in Cold War-era movies, complete with a red star. I walk down to meet her as she nears the gate leading to the police station and she informs me that she has found exactly what we, and apparently the police, were looking for. It is a serial killer that she mentions by name, which I cannot recall but I think it sounded vaguely Latin.

As Kari informs me of her find, the police officer who was loading lawnmowers onto the trailer approaches, apparently having heard our brief conversation and congratulates Kari on her stupendous find; they will proceed to arrest the individual immediately. I congratulate Kari, but am slightly perturbed that she made the find and not I.

I awake and perform my RC.

There was a man and a group of women at my house. The man was older with shoulder length dirty blonde hair. The women were younger, maybe mid 20's. These women were doing sexual favors for the man. Soon they left. I was sitting on the floor with the man, wondering when it was going to be my turn. He suddenly asked me to spread my legs so he could check if I was tight enough. Then he did a somersault over me and said I was perfect. I thought I was on my period, so I checked to see if I had a tampon in, but I didn't.

//Well I didn't recall any dreams when I first woke up, but since it was Sunday I just went back to sleep and ended up getting a few random dreams (as opposed to nonrandom ones ).

Fragment 1:

IN THIRD PERSON. I am driving on the highway at night with some passenger. I can't remember who it was but I can remember that it was a guy because of the voice. While driving, I claim that I don't like exits (meaning exits from the freeway). In a laid-back, cool-guy voice, my passenger responds, "Why not? They let you know when you've arrived." And as if to emphasize this point, the car immediately takes an exit and stops abruptly (it was a very short exit ramp). I wake up.

Fragment 2:

I am flying on a magic carpet with someone that keeps changing into the Pokemon - Snubble (pic below). We are flying over a perfectly straight river that has a width about twice that of the carpet (so it's pretty skinny). The landscape is made up of many thin, brown mountains with rounded tops (like the ones in DBZ, pic also below). The river goes straight up (no mountain or anything, just on it's own) and then straight down. Our carpet remains parallel to the river the whole time so it feels like a roller coaster as we round the highest point and shoot down. I wake up.



Snubble. I've been playing Soul Silver recently so that might be why he showed up



The mountains were shaped like these, but brown and barren. Also the river in this shot is not like with perfectly straight one in the dream


Fragment 3:

Me and my senior soc. class are at the beach. Our teacher - Mr. S - says he will offer his wheelchair/pool chair (it changed between the two) to one student a day. I hold some contempt for this teacher and his proposal seemed ridiculous so I said, "Why the hell would we want to do that?" Then I woke up.

Dream (instead of a fragment just because it was longer and more happened):

Me and a ton of people I know from school are in the Japanese room. We are helping Ms. Sh carry food into the computer science lab. Everyone is talking about the soccer game at 5:30. Ms. Sh made multicolored M&M cookies and I am fighting with BBo about who gets all the cookies. (I should mention that every Friday my comp sci class gets donuts, and before every away soccer game the team gets food. So the food in this dream likely has something to do with one of those). Then KA and KS say that they want burgers and fries next Friday, but I say that the tradition is for only the comp sci kids to get food on Fridays. BCh is wearing his football jersey and he says that we all need to change into our soccer gear for the game. Then I woke up.

Don't remember much of this one, as it was 3 days or so ago. What I've got is vague.
Also note that I'm a bit scared of elevators so I can consider this a mild nightmare.

I was in an elevator that ran along the outsides of this high-rise building. The elevator was stainless steel and glass (Think giant glass box or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory). It was pretty sunny out, and there was a man with me in the elevator. I'm sure there were others, I just remember the man best because of his facial expression.
All of a sudden the elevator was near the ground and there was a tsunami type wave. However, the water was clear. It continuously rose and you could see cars and plants under the water through the glass. The water began to leak in through the doors and my Toms shoes got wet. The water was cold and slightly sticky. As it rose inch by inch up the glass walls of the elevator, the man behind me was silent. He wore glasses and had a look of hopelessness.

That's all I remember.

Last night was terrible, couldn't sleep at all. All I remember was being at my World History class, talking with my teacher, and popping up in some capture the flag game. I was on a team with some of my friends and we had to capture the enemy flag 3 times, or take control of 4 zones to win the game. I think we won because we moved onto a different level. In this level, there was a huge tower in the center of the map with a deep chasm surrounding it with a few "islands" in the chasm. There was huge mountains off in the distance and a cesspool with dinosaurs in it. Oh, and the mountains had some sort of sculpture carved into it. The rocks were a very light tan color and it was bright and sunny, but with a hint of fog. The tower itself was very boxish in it's design and angled upward almost like a pyramid. It had a portal at the very top and other smaller portals that teleported inside the tower scattered all over the playing field. The last thing I can remember is that I was searching for my team on the outskirts of the level before waking up.

It was enjoyable dream, better than the last one at least in terms of creepiness. Still though, I look forward to having lucid dreams!

Radiation Dreams...

I am playing a game in a house where someone is radiation. I stand in the center of the house, and laugh maniacally imitating the man that is radiation. Four women scream, and run around in a circle through different rooms, then realize it's me doing the laughing.

***

The Russian Dreamhacker chick is giving me instructions... We are in a study in an old English house...

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Barely recall anything from last night, bummer!

00.00: Sleep

09.00: Fragment
*I'm on a suspended walkway. A huge wave comes crashing in and swallows everything. I watch in vain as an older man in a yellow t-shirt tries to run. He gets knocked on his feet by the water and disappears.

09.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 9 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Even though I did a tiny WBTB I didn't manage to get lucid.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Once again I had a dream, about my job. Same spot, same metal object. The workspot is my actual workspot at work. My measurement tools were mailfunctioning, I attempted to calibrate them. The measures seemed to be as random as I thought the clock reality check would be.

Secondly, the #DV chat. With my ex in it. That's about. We were at #DV, then someone came in to the chat, we switched channels and kept talking. I remember waking up before this one though.

3 drinking dreams in a row~ no awareness in my dreams that I should make better choices. Though I do realise in my dreams that I do not enjoy the feeling of being drunk I continue to drink and hide it in my dreams. Need to become Lucid during my next using dream and put a stop to this behavior. I have decided that next time I become lucid I want to ask the narrator to show me "The Clear Light of the Mind" the energy that is pure and the result of letting go of attachments and duelism. No aura colors- just clear light. The narrator or someone answered me last time i asked a question so I will ask a new question.

I had a lucid dream but I can't remember what happened, all I can remember is that the dream content was scary because after the dream I had a false awakening and I was thinking about asking on the dreamviews forum why my recent lucid dreams have been so scary.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Intended to get lucid last night, and I did, but I haven't had a long and vivid LD in two weeks now, and that sucks. I have tried getting lucid more than once a night, but I'm finding it very difficult. I'm thinking I shouldn't have too strong intentions when going to bed. Instead I will focus on the WBTB during the morning, which will ensure me to have a long and vivid LD. Also I'm having a hard time writing down my dreams, too damn tired! This is what I recall from last night.

22.30: Sleep

07.30: Lost love
I'm in Gene Simmons house. I don't recall what I've done there, but I have a vague memory of doing alot. I look through a closet of his and find a box full of random things. A small pin board with different military honors on it. None of them are special and I put the thing aside. I find a brown envelope with a couple of pictures in it. This thing I know, it's actually a letter I and my girlfriend used to fill up with pictures with things we did. I realise that never actually happened.

Dream skips. I'm outside of the house and ring the doorbell. A woman opens the door. "Yes?". "Hi, you probably don't know who I am, but I just want to thank you. I want to thank you for everything you gave me in the past, for everything you gave me in the present and everything you might give me in the future, even if it might never happen" I say and begin to get emotional. An entire lifetime was all a lie. I hand her the brown envelope and walk away. A friend of mine is with me. "What now?" he asks me. I jump up in the air and do several spinkicks before I land.

I realise it's all a dream because of the low gravity. Cool, the second time I'm lucid tonight. Something suddenly rushes past me. I turn around and see a few people driving around in invisible go karts. "Let's follow them" I say and get down on my butt. I use their momentum just as they're rounding a corner and drag myself with telekinesis after them. It's quite fun, but I can't seem to catch up. I stand up and start to run instead. I jump and try to fly but I land on my stomach, scraping my belly. Damnit.

07.30: Fragment
*I'm in my hometown with Monica. Ahead of us is a tunnel full of people. I walk up to the crowd which is being held back by the police. A policeman gives me a push with his shield and tells me to step back. I spot an old classmate and I ask him what's going on. He tells me the cops punched him and he shows me his broken lip.

09.00: Boat
I'm in a boat at work. There's something on the bottom we have to get up, and my boss shows up in a smaller boat and starts circling us. I get in the water and dive. There's a rope down there and I'm desperately trying to grab it, I almost black out when I reach the surface for air. I lie still for a while to regain my strength. On the second try I grab the thing and pull it up. It's a small boat and I turn it upside down to get the water out. A small girl who was with us has to ride the boat and I tell her to relax and sit still. I grab the oars and put them in their holes and hand them to her.
All of a sudden the water turns to ice and I get up on it. I grab a rope coming from the boat and I try to pull the little girl over the ice. The rope breaks and I tie it up again. Once again the rope breaks and I have to redo it. I struggle with it for a while and when I feel like it should hold I start to run.

I am completely oblivious to the change of scenery and I run into a restaurant on a cruiseship. The rope breaks and red onion slices spreads out on the entire carpet. My brother Martin shows up. "Hey Matte! Let's get wasted ok?" he tells me and gestures for me to follow him. I don't feel like eating any more McDonalds (apparently I had had some) and I follow. We run down five or six flights of stairs going around. "I don't have anything to drink" I tell him.

My sister shows up on the next floor. "You can have milk from me, just chug it!" she tells me as I keep on running downwards. "Get drunk on milk? Are you serious? I don't want any milk!" I yell at her back and we arrive at a club. I head up to the bar to order a few beers I can chug.

09.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 10 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! I'll do a proper WBTB tomorrow morning. Wish me luck!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

My memory is quite limited for most of these, so there may be little I can write, but here:

1st dream -
I'm with Mum and Tabitha in some kind of snowy landscape. A natural disaster happens and then most of the snow landslides until there's a vast space of water and the landscape goes into some sort of cataclysmic state. We're separated. There are many many other people affected by this as well. We all join as one to find our loved ones, and set out on some massive journey. It's freezing cold, and we often have to swim to get around. Along the way, hatred and contention arises. People fall out and want to kill each other. I'm smoking weed with part of the group at one point. Eventually we reach some sort of encampment. I don't know if I was reunited with my family at this point. I don't think so. The atmosphere is very tense for everybody.

That's all I can really remember. It was one of those really long dreams, and quite a lot happened. Sadly, my memory fails me.

2nd dream -
I'm in the midst of a World of Warcraft battleground (Warsong Gultch) in the Alliance base (I'm Horde. Whoop!) A tauren is carrying the enemy flag but he gets nuked. However, the Alliance scum who did so was also carrying our flag and I kill him in response. I'm then faced with both flags in front of me. Naturally, I take both. But, to avoid confrontation, I take a secret route over the top of the battleground, along a long and narrow wooden thing which has a support sprouting off into the ground next to our base. I'm worried about jumping down because it's extremely high and I may take too much falling damage, die, and then respawn without the flags (which puts us back to square one). I take the chance and try to slide as slowly as I can down this 'pole' thing, fortunately I come to no harm, and am greeted by an Undead, who I hand our flag. We then take another secret route around our base (to avoid being spotted) which brings us to an entrance which is located underground, and we enter some sort of stronghold. I feel like the man of the match, as carrying 2 flags is impossible in the real game. We go through a gate and into a chamber. We're greeted by some sort of Titan, who I re-call fighting with side by side during the end of the first War, along with a night elf.

And that's all I can remember.

3rd dream -
I'm in some sort of prison or being held hostage by an opposing force. For some reason, I've joined the X-Men in place of Storm, who is no where to be seen. We plan a break-out and are successful, although are on the run since our captors are tracking our movements. We get a moments peace next to some sort of building. We're talking. They ask me whether I'm cut out for the job. I tell them I am. I possess the same flying boots which Storm has, and I fly up to the top of this building. There's a toolbox on the roof, directly in the middle. It contained a joint/cigarette. I either smoked it or put it down. I then flew back down, and one of them told me I was needed for a mission. Me and one of them were to get into a nearby car and drive off, hopefully escaping our followers. I agreed to it. Me and the guy then got into the vehicle and I told him I could drive but don't know anything about gears. He replied and told me it was fine, and that he would give directions and work the gears himself. We set off. My driving skills were quite shakey, but we didn't crash or anything, and I was able to follow instructions efficiently, although they were gaining on us. Eventually they got too close so he told me that we had to bail. He said that if we didn't make them chase us they wouldn't think that the car had something important in it, so we could easily reclaim it later (apparently we were transporting something of worth), so I did as he said, and activated my boots, sending myself high into the air. This guy possessed inhuman speed and started racing off, with me shortly behind him. Our followers were getting considerably closer and we came to a dead end. There was a ledge we could climb up, though, so we did, ''Batman style'' to put it his way. We came to another dead end at that point though, so I said ''once I've got up I'll carry you and we can easily get away because I can fly''.

I was just about to make it to the top and then I realised I had woken up.


As I said before, I know a lot more happened than this, because I can sort of see it in my mind's eye. It's just a shame I can't put it into words.
(Being Storm was deffo my highlight of the night, however)