dream fragment

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.

The first dream I remember was that my mother had a fatal disease and one day she went out for a walk with her fiancé and her disease took a turn for the worse and I was mourning her death.

The next dream I remember was I that I was looking for places to do course work on a laptop that I had (In reality I don't have a laptop) in the worst possible place. The first place I went to was the theatres. There's a gap in my recall about what exactly happened in the theatres an I remeber leaving the theatres and walking into the parking lot where there is another gap in my recall... but the next place was a public cafeteria and I remember talking to some people there but I don't remember the conversations. In the end I remember somehow completing a whole unit in this dream despite the fact that I visited the worst places for concentration.

The final dream I remember was that I was making guitar fills for different rap songs and Oneironaut was listening to them. I remember making solos for one song and warning him to only play it on half volume because I forgot to equalize it out and the volume of the guitar almost blew the speakers out. A few of the solos were pretty creative, I might actually try writing a few of them. It's kind of funny because one of them had Flying In A Blue Dream by Joe Satriani in it and I usually associate that song with flying in lucid dreams.

I feel like there was one other dream I was quite excited to write down because of it's originality and it was an overall good dream. But obviously it can't be that good if I forgot it all... Hopefully I'll remember it later.

9/03/2011 - I only ended up with a few dream fragments last night but thought they were interesting enough to post.
So I was reading about astral projection over the last few days, and the author was saying that a lucid dream is a facet of an astral projection, i.e. you could 'astral project' to a 'dream pool' as he calls it, or to other areas/levels of the astral plain.
Anyways a key to having a successful astral projection is to have enough energy to do so. He describes a simple 5 min chakra opening/energy raising technique. I gave it a go before I went to bed felt some strong sensation in the base and navel 'chakra' not much in the solarplex, heart, throat and some smallish sensation in the brow and crown. I decided to repeat the process and see if I could get them all to activate, but unfortunately fell asleep ( he did say that doing this just before bed 9/10 times you will fall asleep, I guess he wasn't lying about that).

The first dream fragment - I had an insane throbbing sensation in my forehead, as if I had just done a sprint and my heart was inside my forehead pounding like crazy. I was afraid I was going to die, literally. I somehow knew I was dreaming and made the conscious descion to wake up. I don't remember seeing anything. I woke up with a jolt and sat up, my 'real' heart was pounding, and a slight tingle in my forehead. Then I remembered he said that during a projection it is normal for your chakras to go mental sometimes, especially your heart one, it can feel like your going to have a heart attack. Damn it !.

The second fragment - I'm not sure if this was real or a false awakening, I'm thinking a false awakening, maybe. I 'wake' up at about 4am I didn't have to get up till 5, I could remember heaps of dreams so I started getting them clear in my mind, and was planning to write them in my laptop on the way to work. I remember thinking I had a 'level 4' lucid dream ( this is why I think it was a FA). I remember saying to my self level 4 is when you know you are dreaming but don't consciously do anything in the dream just go with the flow of the dream - Interesting I have been thinking about rating 'levels of lucidity' to try and categorise my dreams better. I wonder what the other levels should be?

Finally I work to my alarm at 5am - I had heaps of dream memories and was trying to sort them out in my mind, so I kept my eyes closed and ignored the alarm. Then for some reason I thought my alarm sounded different to real life so I sat up and looked at it, it looked normal, I looked at the time, and looked away and back again as a reality check it didn't change, I still wasn't convinced so I did a 'nose plug' RC failed damn it, its real life. I turned the alarm on snooze but all my dream memories had gone. And my mind was starting to get full of thoughts about what I needed to do today. - is that a false false awakening

So this chakra opening/raising seemed to increase the vividness of dreams as I did have lots of dream memories, I have used the 3rd eye meditation a fair bit and it seems to increase dream activity. Definatly worth some more playing, hopefully my head wont explode.

8th of March 2011, non-lucid, lucid, extra comment

1. I was in Hollywood and was either going in for a casting call or had otherwise already received the role, which was to play Whoopi Goldberg's son in her next film. (Which is very strange as there is no way in hell I could pass for her son) In this film Whoopi is leading a bit of an unstable and stressful life, but things change when she runs into her son, whom she had given up for adoption long ago. Couldn't remember any more than that.

2. Found myself IN the actual DreamViews formums, as I remember no screen or anything else save for a DV Forum, which was way darker the Template I'm looking at as I type this. I had stumbled across a profile page that had a profile picture that looked a lot like one of my neighbours, although the picture was too blurry for me to be absolutely certain. According to her profile she was from the same town, increasing the likelyhood of her actually being my neighbour. I started reading a large (By which I mean absolutely gigantic) blogpost/DJ on her profile. I was awakened by my brother before I could finish reading...

Woop

This dream revolves around a young teenager who through the first part I believe to be my child. It is very ambiguous whether this child is a girl or boy and I'm also awaire that there he/she may have a mental or physical disability. He/She is at the end of a long terrace house, but the whole side has bars. I introduce him/her to my mother and sister and consider to tell my mother that she's at last a grandmother and to my sister that she's an aunty. I am awaire that there are people who want to kill him/her, but by the end though I can't remember what I try to do to prevent this, I do know that he/she is not my child. I go back to where he/she was but the place is now empty.

This dream comes in two parts:

I'm in a courtyard area with some else and we're both sweeping up the courtyard and putting rubbish into bin bags, there is a long building on the edge of the courtyard there's a building with several doors, rather like a long stone stable, we're putting the bags into the nearest stable. I'm awaire that one of my bags has split and there's a computer monitor poking out ready to drop.
Next thing I'm awaire of, I'm now the other person, but his younger self as a child. He/I see myself approaching. My other self says something to the lad who then becomes very excited and runs off.

1. Someone had left some mayonnaise out in the sun, which resulted in someone else getting food poisoning.

2. A girl I went to high school with was on the cover of a magazine.

3. Someone is following me. I hide in a bathroom but they know where I am. I try to lock the door but it doesn't work. I have to hold the door shut while they try to open it. I start to panic.

I was walking in the P-field with D and P, and we saw some guy drinking beer and we recognised him as one of N's friends, but I still hadnt met that guy ever.

I took 800 mg of valerian before bed last night. As often happens after taking valerian, I had some very unsettling dreams. Perhaps not so much what others would call nightmares, but so vivid as to be hard to go through.

Nursing Home

I go to a nursing home to visit my great aunt. She is supposedly suffering from Alzheimer's, but seems to be bright and talkative. In fact, she is almost a little overbearing. She keeps talking real loud, laughing, and telling stories. I wonder if she really has Alzheimer's, or is somehow cured.

Death of my Father

My father goes to a doctor's appointment. On the way, he calls me, and tells me that he is dying. There is nothing I can do to save him, as he is having a heart attack right on the spot.

For a while after this, the dream is spent in tears. This dream really felt like RL, due in part to the valerian supplement. I go home, and my mother informs me that they found my father's body. I say that I know. We cry together. After a time, I think that perhaps I should try to go on with life as usual.

I look up. My father is sitting on the couch. "Enough of this crying," he says. "What are we going to do tonight?" We look at him, and my mother says something about how loved ones will appear after their death when you are in mourning. He disappears, and I go back to crying. He shows up again once or twice, and appears to act like nothing is unusual. I know it is not real, though.

A little later in the dream I am talking with someone. We are discussing grief, and how I shouldn't cry too much. I bring up a part I read in CS Lewis' "A Grief Observed" where he talks about giving in to tears as almost a self-indulgant pleasure. I say that an honorable person should not do that.

Baseball

I am at a basebell game, watching the Cleveland Indians win some kind of championship game. They hit the winning home run, and it comes my direction. I am unable to catch it, and it goes out of the stadium. I get really excited about the Indians winning.

Still happy and excited, I walk down the street, leaving the stadium. I look at the yard of a house on my right, which is just behind the stadium. I see a baseball sitting in the yard, and can see a path in the snow running from the direction of the ballpark, as though it had landed and then slid across the ground before coming to a stop. I know that this is the home run winning baseball. I pull it over to me with my foot since there is a wooden fence around the yard and I don't want to trespass. I am about to pick up the ball when I realize that perhaps if it is in their yard it rightfully belongs to them. I debate about this, knowing that the winning ball will be worth something. I think that the honest thing to do is to bury the ball under snow, and send a letter to the owner of the house telling them that the ball is in their yard.

I am sitting in my college's band/choir/orchestra room and I am with a bunch of people
from my high school. We are singing some song and we are not singing badly but we are
not singing well either. I remember everything my choir director has taught us and instantly
fix my singing. I feel good about it and the dream ends.

I am in some high-contrast green field, fighting a very Kingdom-Hearts-like suit
of armor. I win but just barely. I man shows up and gives me a catalog of power-ups
and techniques. I look through and there are many dealing with that suit of armor.
One in particular had something to do with making them disappear in a bunch of
yellow stars and getting points or something. I think, "What a useless power-up",
then wake up.

Pug Genocide and the Obstacle Course

I’m on my street walking two dogs, a Pomeranian and a pug. I make sure to keep them walking on the right side of the road, and my dream-mind thinks of how much I like the direction of East. I have trouble keeping them out of the roads but I manage to take them to my destination: a big building with all the kids from school waiting in line outside. There’s something going on, but I don’t really know what. I notice that if I get in line, I’ll be waiting for hours. It’s extremely hot out, the peak of summer.

I see my Uncle Pat come at me from a distance. He has a shot gun. Suddenly I am being pulled to the ground. I can’t see anything and my dogs are taken. Hands are over me. I am put in a car. I open my eyes. I’m in the backseat. My mom’s in front with my Nana and the dogs are here in the back. The windows are rolled up and we’re all sweating really hard because of the heat.

“You can’t take Pugs out in the open,” my Nana says. She explains that they are being killed off, and my Uncle is one of the men who shoots them. I don’t know why it’s happening. I roll a window down and shove my face out. It’s a little refreshing. I draw things in the thick condensation that’s formed on the windows.

They drop me off at my dream-house, where I’m staying. It’s night time. I take the dogs into a shed and ruffle through a few boxes. I find a purple wig and put it on. In the mirror, I look the same, and my wig looks really funny. I can’t fit all my hair under it.

I go into the house. I’m staying with an autistic boy and his autistic friend. They annoy me, not because they’re autistic, but they won’t leave me alone for a moment. I try to run into my room and quickly close the door, but they get in. I do it again, forcefully and lock the door. The dogs play around in my room.

The scene jumps to me going back to the building with the school kids. It’s daytime again, but the same day, just a few hours later. No one is outside and I see the tail end of the line going in. Shit. To go in, you walk up some stairs on the side of the building, so I do that. The next part is the beginning of a big obstacle course. I didn’t know that was what this was.

Derek, my friend, is in front of me. After the stairs, you climb through a window-esque opening. I do so, but after casually going through, I am almost falling off a circular ledge that leads from the outside to the inside. Below me, all the kids are doing their obstacles or just watching me fall. This is the first part, and I’m already failing. Well I didn’t know about it, so I don’t feel that bad, I don’t really care about this. The ledge is absolutely terrifying, however.

I fall more, and I’m dangling half inside half outside the building, my hands on the ledge.

“Fuck all you hoes,” I say (lols) and manage to lift myself up. I slink around the ledge and come to a bigger part of it. Kayla, a schoolmate, is in back of me. There are two doorways. They are both extremely small. I enter one, and it gets blistering hot as I walk through. I take off my hoodie, and my mind says this is why my dream has been so hot. It’s still hot in the hallway. It zigzags vertically and becomes too small to fit through. I look back and see Kayla has taken the other hallway, the correct choice. Shit, failed again.

Scene change to the end of the course. I’ve probably come in last, but I’m hanging out with the first place and second place kids until they make a final announcement. It’s kind of like a break time. First place is “Heather”, although it doesn’t look like her and she keeps taking her glasses off (which she doesn’t have in waking life) and saying how she can’t see.


Circle Class

I am in a big fancy house and I am going to interview someone. They bring me to the “tea room”, which is a huge circular white room. I sit down.

Scene change to me sitting in the room, but in a desk. There are about thirty desks all arranged in a circular way. I see Jack sitting on the other side of the circle. I’m talking to Megan, a childhood friend, and Derek, a friend from school. We talk for a long time, most of the dream, but I don’t remember dialogue much. My mouth is really dry.

I look down the line and see Heather talking to a friend, Aimee. I get a jealousy pang but remember that I’m having a quite good time myself here talking with Megan. We are sitting in rolly chairs and I spin around the room, having some fun.

For some reason, a lot of people start to leave. I think they’ll come back so I wait. Eventually it’s just me and a few kids near Jack who are really dedicated students and wouldn’t leave a class. I know everyone is having a good time without me, and I get very upset. I see Derek left me a drawing. It’s really good, and on the back it has a black scratch area. It reveals rainbow colors if you scratch it away. I doodle on it and think about what Heather is doing without me. I do some funny things to entertain the students, who laugh, but I can’t close my mouth. It’s too dry!

I wake up, and have the worst dry mouth. I drink water and go back to bed.



Fragment

I am in Goodwill with my mom and someone else. This girl Emily who is really disgusting is here. She points to a sailing instrument, a tiny globe that has a handle under it that controls a grid laying over the earth. It tells you longitude and latitude numbers. I really want it, but it’s thirty dollars. I carry it around and slip it into my pocket.

I check out the records and they have video game soundtracks. I really want the Donkey Kong 64 Part 2 (doesn’t exist!) soundtrack, or the Banjoe Tooie. No money, oh well. I think about telling my friend Lotie about them, because she just got a record player.

I look at a television playing something on a shelf. A thought comes to mind that my mom had cancer in my dream or something. The dream details on this, but I don’t recall any of it.


Fragment

It’s a year later than now, and I “wake up” in a daze into the new present time, knowing nothing of the past year. I ask Heather all the things we did in the passing year, and have my mom tell me some things we did too. I go to a park with my mom and dad and my dad uncovers my old bike from under a hiding spot. He said I put it there last year.


Fragment
I'm in my first room ever. On the ground there are two vests, identical. Weird, I think. Why would that happen? I could be dreaming. I become lucid, look at the vests, and see they are remarkably different. I wake up.

DJ Log: March 8, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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There was quite a many shopping mall parts before this, but my recall wasn't too good this morning.

I am walking through a shopping mall, then into in a goth-industrial clothing store. I pick out a really fuzzy black and red striped hat, then walk toward the rear of the store, dropping the hat off at the cash register on the way by, There is a rack of discounted t-shirts that looks really interesting, so I flip through them for a bit. None of them really interest me, so I walk back toward the front of the store to dig through a rack of fishnet shirts. There is a black and red striped fishnet shirt that looks like it would match the hat. It has a sale tag on it, but the tag only has a bar code and a bunch of random numbers on it. While I am looking at it, three guys walk by me and into a darkened side room just off the front of the store. One of the guys grabs me by the arm and pulls me into the room with them. One of the guys pulls out a bowl and packs it up with some really smelly weed. They each take a hit, then pass it to me without a lighter. I reach in my pocket for a lighter, then wake up. When I got out of bed, the first words in my mind were, “Never pass a dream bowl to someone without a lighter.”