dream fragment

Im visiting these pretty modern houses near our summer cottage, they are made from logs. Im in one of them with my friends and we are going around the house watching. Im probably playing hide n seek and come to this living room which is really big and has these stairs going to this inside balcony wheres this bed. I say that the bed is mine if we move in. Then we see this pretty small tv and ps 3 and some games. My friend asks what games are those and I see 2 spyro games and we are like no way. I also visited the bathroom.
Then Im at this different houses porch where theres glass roof and walls. I look up to the sky and its about to start raining. I first think that Im going to get wet, but then I remember that the roof is glass. Im about to touch the wall and wonder is there any glass because its so clear, but when I touch it I feel the solid texture of the glass and then there appears the reflection of my hand. In this room Im locking the doors and wondering why there arent better locks in this expensive house.


Im at my computer room and theres some guys waiting in line to get some soup and I take some soup but dont get any potatoes or so in it. I skip the line and L says that I should go to the back of the line, but I say that I just take some soup quickly.

I was able to recall two dreams just barely, although I'm pretty stressed right now and didn't get to sleep much tonight.

I can't remember much, but the first dream was basically the game Just Cause 2 with Mickey Mouse as the main character. Yeah, another gaming-related dream...

The other dream was about a huge party that my parents hosted. There were all kinds of people, even a bunch of people I just can't get along with, and one of them told me I was stupid. Unfortunately I forgot most of the dream, but I am sure that some Metallica songs were among the music they played, and Sandra was there for a while, but she left pretty early and then sent me a text later.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had one random dream last night.

22.00: Sleep

05.10: Fragment
*I'm a part of some random society. Like we're some primitive race or something. Raspberries keep rolling down the street going through our village. I get a brilliant idea and pick up a hockey stick. I catch the bouncing berries with it. People are amazed and we can eat again. They cheer. Dream skip. I'm talking to Eric in a store. He's about to go try some pillows with his girlfriend and I tell him he can get a ride from my dad who just entered the store.

05.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Random I know. I'm not so sure I'll be having a lucid tomorrow, a few beers might be in my system by then, oh well.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Fragment

I was lying down and there were two monitor lizards or young Komodo Dragons--one at my ankle and one at my foot. I didn't see the DC, but someone asked, "But what if one of them bites you?"

I was terrified. I didn't move hoping they wouldn't get excited and therefore bite me. I waited and decided I better pull my leg back. I got away, but it started to try to bite as I pulled away. A-a-a-a!

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I was looking for a bathroom in my dream. I had to go in waking life. I ended up finding a bathroom and for some reason deciding I should take a shower. I started two and was grossed out by two pair of underwear on either side of the bathroom floor.

I was about to get undressed to shower when some kid comes in. He saw I was going to take a shower, so he leaves and starts telling everyone as though I'm doing something wrong.

I didn't attack him, nor he me, but we were all of a sudden fighting about it. He was pinching me. It didn't hurt that bad, so I didn't flinch. My face did not show any pain. I picked him up and started pounding his head into a dresser.

The End

I think I had a good dream (by good I mean dramatic, not friendly) last night, but I remember waking up slightly depressed from it and thinking "I don't want to remember this dream" and let it slip from my mind.

I remember a vague image of darkness, and remember being dressed all in black like a ninja. I think I was crouched on someone's house and being shouted at by someone. I also remember seeing someone with orange hair, accusing me of something.

I wish I'd remembered it now, but considering my dad woke me up by throwing underwear at my head, I had a bit more on my mind!

I had actually pretty vivid dreams and I also felt strong feelings in the dreams.

Im at this inside arena and Im watching UFC or some fighting match. The competitors come in and they are like showing off how badass they are. First some guys come and some SWAT guys are following them. Then there is this guy saying how he has hanged an 8-year old child and disgraced the cross. Im then in this room where the walls are painted black and theres a blue cross hanging from the ceiling and then theres this sack where the child is hanging. I feel really disturbed and the dream is pretty nightmareish I wake up and still feel disturbed because of the dream.


R is at our house and he has bought some clothes for me. I take one of them and its this woolly shirt. I put it on and go to see myself from the mirror, but when Im watching myself from the mirror the shirt has changed into a light and dark blue striped hoodie.


Im at school sitting in front of our german class. Im about to put my shoes on, when 8th-grader N who is sitting beside me kicks my shoes away. I get really pissed off and I grab him from his shoulders and put him against the wall. Hes friend says to me that "I wouldnt do that" referencing to N's bodysize, he looks abit bigger than me, N also says that I shouldnt do it. I say "Fuck you, if we end up in fist fight, size doesnt matter, Ill punch you so hard your drop from the first hit. Then I keep threatening him, and I threaten to dig his eyes out with my keys. He looks abit scared and doesnt reply. I leave him there.
Im about to inside the class but to be sure I leave my shoes to some other place so that N cant do any harm.
At some point of the dream I ask P to teach me some judo-moves just in case.
I also noticed JH was talking with N.

Before bed I took 800mg of valerian and 0.25mg of melatonin.

Fragments from early REM period

I am walking around the halls of my university. There are a lot of people in the halls with me. I believe that I am on my way to class...

... I am part of Uru again. There is a linking book somewhere, I think...

... I am looking at a computer screen. There is a picture of something entitled "dreamsign". It looks like the logo for one of the filmmaking companies. The kind of Celtic looking thing. As I look at it, it looks more like the Yeesha symbol from Uru...

Going to my Grandparents'

I am on my way to visit my Grandparents' house. There seems to be a time constraint on this, and my mother and I are trying to figure out the best way for me to get there. In the end, we decide that I will drive part way there, and when I am almost to their house to park the car and take a ferry across a small lake along the way. Somehow I think that this will be cost effective and possibly save time. I will call and schedule the ferry while I am driving.

Former Workplace

My mother and I are at my former workplace (a toy store) looking for a specific toy. We look in a few places for this thing (some kind of military hovercraft) but can't find quite what we are looking for. Then I remember that it is probably in the action figure section. I take her over to that area, but when we get there we see that all but one of the shelves are missing. I ask one of the current stockers what happened to the other shelves. He doesn't know (he is new). I ask another employee, but he doesn't know either.

Lucid at the Fair

I am walking down the road in the middle of our county fair. It is late in the season, and there are not many people visiting. Many of the stands are closing up for the year, and I look as I walk for familiar games and people. I am in my uniform (as though I were there to staff the public relations booth as I did when I was a park ranger). I am not there as a park ranger, but I have some other reason to go to the fairs. I think how nice it is that I get to go back to these old familiar places, and walk down the road feeling at ease.

I try to think of why I am at the fair. I can't exactly remember. Then I remember that being at the fair is a dreamsign. I stop walking, and turn to look behind me. Things look OK, but I am beginning to realize that I am dreaming.
I try to justify my being at the fair, but I can't. "So this is a dream," I say.

I look up at a concession stand to my right. As I do, I become aware that the dream is losing realism. I am in danger of losing the dream, and consider either preparing for a DEILD or hoping to WILD when I wake up. Then I decide to try my Dream Posession technique to stabilize it, and attempt to summon Monk. I am vaguely aware of somebody's presence at my side, and try to take posession of their body. This is partly sucessful, and I blink a few times to try to get the vision clear.

I decide to fly, hoping this will further put me in the dream. I float up into the air, and then come down through the top of the concession stand. There is a woman working in there. She is not overly beautiful, but she is pleasing to look at. I decide to kiss her, and do so. Around here I loose the dream.

Archaeology

I am with one of my colleagues at an archeological excavation. We are back at a rockshelter where we were two years ago, and are at first digging through snow. My colleague, Dr. B., points to a birdbath in the middle of a field and tells me how much he dislikes it. Then he describes a statue that used to sit in it, and how much he hated that. I think the birdbath is kind of attractive, and like the idea of the statue.

We continue digging through the snow. We try not to make too many footprints in it, but Dr. B. seems to be making a lot. Now the snow is moss, and we are removing layers of it. Now we are no longer excavating, but pulling weeds. And now we are digging through dirt looking for trash.

There is a lot of trash in the dirt, and we move down a line sorting through rubbish to throw away. I come across a pile of items, with some electronic equipment and stacks of old records. I am happy with this find, since I get to keep whatever I come across.

I vaguely remember I was a boy in my dream, and I ran off to be a martial artist! It was raining, not quite sure why I couldn't wait for it to be dry. But I guess when you follow your dreams you can't wait!! Was my dream trying to tell me I can't hesitate, perhaps?

10/03/2011 - I went to bed normally last night, at around 11pm.One dream sometime during the night stuck in my mind:
I was in some kind of villa or something we had to leave. Everyone was telling me we had to leave right now but I wanted to clean the place up. There was red dusty dirt all over the floors. I grabbed a broom, it wasn't a normal broom it had some kind of wire on it like a scrubbing brush I tried to sweep the floor with it but it just scratched the tiles. The other people told me to leave it as I am scratching the floor. I grabbed my bags and headed out. We walked out through this other room it was a massive room like a hall or something completely empty, and the floors again were covered in dirt.
I picked up a different broom this time it was a normal one. I headed to the far right corner there was an opened double door there and the view out side was on the edge of a cliff with a beach down below, really nice.
I started sweeping the dirt, for some reason I was sweeping it inside, I thought I should just sweep it out the door. But decided I will sweep all the dirt over to the other door to show the master of the house. As I was sweeping there was a van like a food van you would see at festivals etc, I climbed up on the roof to clean it and there were heaps of fluffy toys up there. All of a sudden there was a crowd of girls, wanting me to throw their toys to them, as I was throwing them down a bunch of other guys climbed up and started throwing them down as well.
Apparently I wasn't being careful enough when I was throwing them and someone told me to be more careful, I thought these are just stuffed toys who cares. I throw a bag with something in it down, the wind catches it and it lands on a cockatoo I think it was a pet. I can see it looks hurt bad it is laying on its side. Everyone is yelling at me. I jump down and go over to it, it is diseased all its feathers are falling out. I pick it up and put my hand on its head it comes back to life but is still weak it looks at me sadly. At this point I wake up, as I am wakening I realise I am dreaming and decide to use telekinesis to heal the bird. I fix its spine but its leg is still broken. I wake up full and feel a bit sad I try and go back into the dream to fix the bird but can not. boo!.

Yep, autosuggestion works.

Victor, somebody (I have a feeling it was my former employer) and Charles' dad were driving an ambulance. They played Apocalyptica in it and for some reason I was in it. I drank some lemonade that I assume was theirs. They drove me to my first school, where I met my current class and had to write a test, according to my religion teacher. I just followed one of my friends to the class where we were supposed to write it. I went to the back and sat down.

In another part of the dream, I was chatting with Sandra over the internet. I can't remember much but for some reason I think we spoke about ice bears. Anyway she logged out after a while. And then sent me a message. Can't remember what it was.

The last part of the dream that I can remember, was in a Minecraft world. There was a huge lake. Then a bunch of military planes showed up and bombed the shit out of the Minecraft world, creating a huge hole/crater where all the water started flowing to. Yeah, still Minecraft dreams...

All I can remember from last night's dream is that I was being chased... that's it seriously. Goshhhh WHAT CAN I DO TO MAKE MY DREAM RECALL GOOD AGAIN?!?!? HELP ME!!!!

I look at my TV stand from the same exact place I am sleeping in real life and There is a baby made of chocolate on the shelf. It went black after but It seriously was wierdly quick

Had a really long, vivid dream. There were some parts where I was actually getting pretty scared / emotional about it. Looking back on it, the plot was silly.

I was driving home and decided to stop by a friend's house. He wasn't home and I had to pick up my golf clubs and I knew where the key would be. I went inside the house, got my stuff, but decided to take a quick nap. I went to his room and slept in his bed for a while. I heard the front door open and his mom walked in so tried really hard to get out of the bed and get out of the house, but my body just wouldn't move. She found me and got really upset. My friend walked in and got upset too. I was apologizing profusely, and my friend kind of accepted the apology. The mom accepted the apology but said something along the lines of "don't expect my husband to be as lenient". I booked it out of the house and drove home.

Dream seemed a lot longer than the plot line, but a lot of the time I was waiting in suspense for the mom to come or I was trying to get my body to move out of the bed.

Took 0.5 mg of melatonin before bed. Did a visualization MILD, visualizing my University.

Lucid Fragment

I am walking down the street near my university when I discover that I'm dreaming. I am able to change aspects of the landscape as I have visualized myself doing while awake.

Beautiful Women (fragment)

I am once again walking to class at the university. As I cut across a parking lot, a bunch of beautiful women show up. They are either African or African American, and look like models. I walk along with them, or they walk along with me, or something. Maybe this is even part of the above dream, but I can't remember.

Kids in Danger

I am in my own home (which also seems to be another place, maybe my old church). There are a bunch of kids with me. There is some kind of adventure going on, like a Boxcar Children story, or Tom Sawyer. I am a kid in this dream, named Taylor, or Huck, or Oliver or something like that. The other kids are out in our main living room, and there are bad guys outside. There is an adult with us, who leaves to do something that is supposedly important. I don't trust this guy.

Upon leaving us kids alone, the man says "keep watching out this window. Don't go anywhere or do anything, just keep watching. If they come, this is the window they will come through."

I know that there is a window upstairs that the villains may come through. I also have a feeling that the man is in with the bad guys. I decide to go watch out the back window. On the way, I stop in the closet to get a gun to take with me. I look in the closet, and see my 20 gauge and my father's 12 gauge shotgun. We have a couple of .22 handguns in there, but the shotguns are more powerful. I pick up my father's shotgun, and look for some ammunition. There is a box of shells on a kind of wooden ledge above the guns, but they seem to be fishing lures. I root through and find some shells I think will work, and drop them into the shotgun.

I run back to the back door (also the front door of my RL home) with my gun. I look out the window, and apparently see something. I dash out the front door, snapping the shotgun shut. Then I run a little ways, in pursuit of the bad guys.

While I'm running, I notice the shotgun seems awkward to carry. I look down, and see that it has more than the one barrell it usually has. As I look, I first count 2, then 4, and finally 6 or 8 barrells. Not only that, there are two triggers.

"How strange," I say to myself. "I know that this gun only has one barrell. What could be going on?" Immediately the thought comes to my mind "I must be dreaming. There's no other logical explanation."

I look around. Everything seems so real, it doesn't seem possible that I am dreaming. But there is no other explanation for the gun, and I know that I often think my dreams seem real. I turn around and head back for the house. "I'm dreaming," I say again, trying to grasp the idea. It just seems so real.

On my way back to the house, the plot and the realism overcome my realization that this is a dream, and I loose lucidity again.

Private Eye

I am a private detective. I have an office in a large city, which is also my current university, which is also my former university. Inside this office, you can walk into a sort of screen which hides your image from the outside. While I am hidden like this, my partner goes out onto the front porch of our office with a beautiful woman. I know the woman is trouble, but it's his decision. I watch from the inside, hidden behind this screen, while the woman shoots my partner. Then she shoots a few witnesses.

"We'd better shoot all the witnesses," her accomplice says.
"I don't see anyboy else around," she says, "nobody is in the building. Come on, let's get out of here."

I pick up my gun, and dash out the front door after them. They travel down the road, and turn left. I follow. They go down an alley, and I pull out my gun to be ready in case I come across them suddenly. Looking down the alley, I can see a house at the end that they are headed towars. It is one of the houses that I lived in when I was little. Apparently, this is their hideout.

I inspect my weapon, and notice that it is not a gun at all, but my set of throwing knives. I guess that's better than nothing, so I pull one out in case I need it. I look again, and I see it is once again a handgun. Then I remember that I never put bullets in the gun. At first I think that I keep the gun loaded, but upon closer inspection I see that the chambers are empty. I grimace with disgust at my oversight. What kind of detective am I?

I turn back towards the office. As I walk, crowds of people fill the street. The street is also a hallway now, I am at one of my colleges and classes are just letting out. I turn towards my office, which is now the maintenance section where I used to work. I need to get back, but some girl I know comes up to me. She wants me to look at her pictures, by which she means she wants me to go to her adult website. I don't really want to do this, but she keeps insisting. She shows me some rather obscene pictures of herself, but I manage to push past her to my office. Around here the dream ends.

Bad recall, because of stress.....

Im talking with S and my mom, and we are planning to go to some cottage with S. Then Im in my room about to leave when my mom gives me some magazines.