dream fragment

I was in a car with Fede. She was smiling, and trying to communicate with me while I was driving, but I couldn't hear what she was trying to say. She wasn't verbalizing anything with words to me, but I felt like she was trying to communicate as our eyes locked. While looking at her the sun was glowing a bright bronze color behind her, making her look beautiful. The dream faded...

I couldn't remember what had previously happened, no matter how hard I thought about it. I realized I was dreaming and flew up into the air and floated back to the ground and at the same time slowly floated into a sitting position. I looked at my hands and shook them very fast so they were blurry. The dream faded...

I was at what appeared to be my dorm room, except instead of drywall it was made out of wood, and had many different plants inside it. The window which latched open from the bottom like the windows from my junior high school were both open. I was playing guitar when I saw out of the corner of my eye a man peeking in. One of my roommates had left his bong out like he usually does in the dorm and I got very paranoid. I walked straight up to him blocking his view of the room, and asked him "What can I do for you sir?" He said that one of the dorm tenders hadn't paid their rent and he was here to evict them. I had realized that it was me he was talking about (I was late on paying rent this month!) So I told him I would go let him in through the front doors, and I latched the windows shut before he tried to climb through. I cleaned up my dorm room, and was going to go open the door for the man, but I got lost in the dream and didn't remember about the man until the dream started to fade.

The other night, I had my first lucid dream (kind of). It only lasted for a few seconds, but it felt like a lot of progress.
The only part I remember was that I was driving on the highway, and suddenly I had the thought, "Wait a minute. I don't need to drive. I can just move around with my thoughts." And I did for a few seconds, until I got excited and woke up. I don't know exactly what triggered the realization that I was dreaming.

My school friends and I were sitting lined up, all eating rice dishes. I was already eating what looked like tandoori rice, but I said, "Lucky I have some rice too!!" And pulled out another container of plain rice, and mixed it in.

This occured when I was 4, staying in France with my grandparents. The only bit I remember went as follows:

I was outside somewhere with a few friends.I had a water hose to my mouth and was drinking the water when suddenly a live fish comes out and before I knew it I had swallowed it. I could feel it in my throat as I woke up screeming.

Explaining this to my grandperents who couldn't speek English was difficult, the nearest I was able to come was "Pictures in my head when I sleep" it was then that I learned the word cauchemar and was told by my grandmother that it was because that night had been a black moon night.

At thw moment I'm just concerned with remembering my dreams, so was quite happy to have had this one:

I was in a room (changing room?) taking off my clothes and socks, had been told at last minute I was being entered onto a swimming race. Next thing I remember was walking around the indoor public pool considering my options. I decided diving into the shallow end would not be a good idea as it was only a foot deep, but the deep end had a nice high diving board which could give me the edge. I went into the pool half way between the two ends and practiced swimming the width under water, I reasoned that it wouls add another edge to winning as the other competitors wouldn't know where I was. I then started practicing swimming the length under water when I woke up.

dreamBirthday Party

I’m in the car with Pehry. He’s driving pretty recklessly with someone else in the front seat telling him to slow down. We take a sharp turn into my dad’s auto shop. The parking lot is full of tiny cars for children but exact versions of their bigger counterparts. I keep saying I want one, and then remember that I “have” one, a tiny tan minivan. It’s parked out back.

We get out and go into my dad’s shop. It’s a party inside; it’s my birthday! My family and friends are all inside. No one pays too much attention to me, but in my dream world this isn’t strange and I am content just walking around looking at the things in the shop.

I walk over to my Nana who is sitting around a turntable. There are old nursery rhyme records all stacked on it. I go through it and each one is colored and decorated with story elements: one is green with a frog, one is red with a pony, one is blue with a bear, etc.

My mom comes over to me and gives me a little ticket. It says “dunk house” and I interpret this as a ticket for me to go into one of those dunk booths at the fair. I quickly give it back to her, and she explains that my Nana is in the dunk house at the fair this year and with this ticket I can dunk her no matter if I hit the target or not.

Everyone keeps doing their thing at this mini-party and Autumn comes in from somewhere. She has her school bag, and I “know” that the door behind me connects to a few classrooms. Because she’s really big, everyone gets nervous and kind of moves towards the middle of the room to make room for her (she’s not THAT big).

She comes over to me and talks about missing a certain project that she’ll have to re-do.

“What? No, that project was that we had to listen to records in class. Why would you have to do that out of school? It’s so easy and dumb,” I say. She has her usual bad attitude and just shrugs her shoulders and says mean shit about everyone around us.
Someone outside is driving a specially-made car.

“Isn’t that the car Marty made that runs off blood instead of gasoline?” I say.

“Yeah I know about Marty,” Autumn retorts as if it’s “cool” to know Marty and she wanted to make sure I knew that she knew about him. We talk about how the problem with the car is that the blood soaks through the seats and stuff so your clothes get bloody and you can’t keep papers on the seats and stuff like that.

Fragment

I walk into a really small classroom. There’s a substitute teacher (who is an actual teacher at a school I went to) and a chocolate cake sitting on the only table in the room.

“Fuck yeah!” I say as I come in and sit down. The kids behind me are excited too: cake and a substitute. I have déjà vu (or perhaps I dreamed this before, or perhaps a dream memory) that I had been to this class and had cake before.

I get a little embarrassed because I don’t know how to sit without being too close to anyone. Kate (a…friend of mine) is here. We all take big slices of cake and talk about dumb things.

We have a project to do in class: listen to a few certain records. The teacher changes from the substitute to my old U.S. History teacher.

Fragment

Jack, Heather and I are looking through a big dumpster of metal scraps, looking for good pieces to put into a trash compactor. We are having a lot of fun doing this.

Fragments of Fragments

• A room made of zebra print. Not painted over or wallpapered, but the structure is the patterns of zebras.
• I check a letter written to Morpheus, looking for a response. I go through sheet after sheet, looking for markings.
• I go downstairs and make myself toast.

Wow, last night I had the best dream recall of my life. I can recall 5 full dreams plus fragments. No lucids unforunately.

I am stranded on a desert island with lots of other people and are awaiting rescue. Whilst waiting however, we are attacked by huge flying insects, they were completely blue and looked like beatles with wings. Luckily, they are easy to fight off and our next focus is to eat. The trees all have large fruits on them so we tuck into those and continue our wait. We get a message from our rescuer saying that they're on the island but strugglingt to find us, everybody panics. This annoys me and I start looking for an iphone. I eventually snatch one off of somebody and shout "Google maps, you idiots!". As soon as I look at the screen it has large red markers indicating where we need to go. We climb the sandy ridge behind us and lo and behold there awaits a fleet of helicopters to rescue us.

I am at a school disco type scenario, bad DJ, colourful lights, buffet, the works. They're also selling alcohol, hooray! I'm with Em and the DJ declares us the best couple of the night, we celebrate by ballroom dancing. When this dance ends the DJ announces that they will be selling cuddly toys to everyone. As if on cue, hundreds of small, blue plushies with big eyes come running out onto the dancefloor. All of the girls fall in love with them instantly and I assume I'll have to buy one for Em. We carry on dancing and I see my flatmate Toby who is dancing with another girl. I go up to him and teach him a ridiculous dance, which to my delight he does happily.
Em and I decide it's time for a break from the dancing and run out of one of the fire escapes, kissing eachother and getting quite close. Before anything can progress further the door opens are we're spotted, so reluctantly return. Once back at the party I see some people from my primary school, GG, JS and JF. They all try to sneak out of the fire escape too, drunk. This fails miserably as they're caught straight away and sent back in. Next thing I know, GG is trying to leave with a pile of suitcases which he can barely move. Because he is so drunk, my seminar teacher G refuses to let him go.

I think this next dream started off in a cramped sauna where I farted. Em laughed at me and said I was disgusting. Upon leaving though, I somehow discover I have food poisoning and need to contact my Mum for help. I decide that instead of texting her, I'm going to rearrange some pictures of the Easter Island statues to make a message. Emily laughs at this and I'm at first insulted, because I think she is referring to the fact I'm calling my Mum for help. It turns out that she's laughing at my way of communicating the message.

I'm in an indoor athletics arena with a blue 400m track. Lots of my friends are gathered around and we're all taking turns to run the 100m. We're split into two teams with red and blue bibs, each with our own number. I am number 14. Numbers 1 - 7 race first but I think the dream skips here until my race. 8-14 are next up and once we all line up all of our numbers have turned to 14 like mine. The race is taking a while to begin and I look over to see that an old teacher is reading a newspaper and laughing, instead of starting the race. I head over and find that there is a ridiculous picture of me on the front cover, also VH and somebody else are on there. I find this embarrassing and then the dream ends.

I'm going into Cranborne and it's extremely busy. I assume that all of next years students are taking a look around. As I head upstairs I bump into a red haired girl who keeps eye contact with me all the way until I get to the second floor, this is a bit creepy. On my floor I find lots of foreign students who are frantically searching around. One speaks to me in German and I do not understand. He gestures to a sheet of paper and I see that they're searching for the letters of the alphabet which are hidden around the halls. I say I can't help but will show them the posters on the wall in my flat as long as they don't come in. I open the door and gesture to show them the big collection we have. I realise I have left my keys in the door so run back to grab them and once I turn around, a German boy is in the flat. I shout at him to leave but he goes into my room instead. I have a wooden bunkbed in my room which Kass is sitting on, reading a magazine. He's alarmed at the boy's presence and tries to get him to leave. I eventually shout at him to "get the fuck out of my room and out of my flat". He goes into the hall and starts putting his shoes on, this angers me further that he has had the cheek to take off his shoes. When I look back at him he has turned into I_. I think to myself, don't focus your anger on him, that's the problem with dreams, you can get people mixed up easily. The German boy reappears behind him, stands up, then leaves.

I am sifting through a pile of rubble and I find Gadaffi in it who has died. I am ecstatic and carry him off with someone else to show the world. When I look down at him he has turned into and inch high metal figurine whose head has broken off. This seems perfectly normal and we carry on our way.

I cannot believe I didn't become lucid where the part in red is! Quite annoyed at this but proud of my huge recall.

Im talking about the "bear thing" which happened in Lempäälä, and Im saying to some 2 guys that the "bear" was only a dog.

So I was in the middle of a forest with my YW Mormon friends (because it was Mormon camp) and we were hiking around, trying to find a place to pitch our tents. Then a guy named Luke- a fellow Mormon, who I hardly know- was sitting by a tree, manning a store full of stuff he had stolen. This was a very vivid dream, but I made the mistake of not immediately writing it down so I forgot most of it.

I was supposed to have a fragment + 2 dreams but now I only have a fragment + 1 dream. I should have taken notes.

Fragment.

Three others and I were teleported together to meet and discuss something. We were hiding in ruins and I think we were in some kind of war.

South Africa.

I apeared on a pristine beach. There was a guy beside me and a few others on the other side of the beach. The guys next to me threw a motion mine onto a small rock island a short paddle away from the beach. We heard it beeping as we swam over. A mini-map appeared in my vision, it said there were three girls on the island. For some reason this was nerve racking for us. We got onto the island and met the girls. I Looked around and kept saying, "This isn't right, these are the wrong people!"

I was supposed to meet with the people from my previous dream. Somehow, the girls knew. One said to me, "It must be right, the meeting was supposed be in this part of South Africa."

South Africa??

I will take notes tonight.

27.02.2011

Snippets 1 - I would have remembered it all, but I needed sleep! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I didn't recall any full dreams today. I would have recalled every last part of each of these dreams if I stayed awake but I was so tired that I kept falling asleep after each one without being awake enough if you get what I mean. I did try to tell myself to do a reality check when I was falling asleep after one of the dreams, but it must have failed.

Snippet A: Korean
I've been playing Crysis 1 a lot recently. I think that's why a Korean soldier appeared in this dream. Two videogames merged, actually. The base in STALKER where the guy tells you to get out of here was the location, and the Korean from Crysis was walking on the platform. He got taken out by somebody and brutally murdered. I don't want to know if it was me or not.

Snippet B: I'm not your buddy, guy
I'm not sure what this snippet meant, if anything. I remember seeing the warehouse area from the previous snippet being here, except now we (I'm fairly sure I was in a group) were on an iceberg. There were several civillians on a peninsula-esque area and we blew up the ice to send them adrift. There was blood in the warehouse.

Snippet C: Super Bus Escape
I was in a very familiar dream location that I often forget. There's this ASDA in Bournemouth that I always got dragged to as a kid, and thus it entered my dreams when I was that age. I completely forgot about it. It's like a giant hole in the ground that connects to what I think are docks, and there's a huge-ass parking lot nearby it too. It's amazing how it works and I always used to have the same dream about it when I was little; my mum would park there, we would go up in a huge lift (elevator) and we would do some shopping. But this time, I was my current self, and I was very lost in the lower levels, where I've never been before. I made my way up to the top using my phone's GPS and I remember going through a garage and picking up a mop at some point

Snippet D: Kidstuck
In this snippet, some little kids walked past me at a bus stop and I called them something which upset them (not sure what I said). Then they all cloned themselves and pinned me down arm by arm, leg by leg and then ran off with my bag. I grabbed one of them and started scanning the nearby shops (it was downtown) for my bag back.

So those are the strange but exciting snippets from yesterday. I don't consider this to count towards my amount of dreams recalled as they were all tiny snippets, but they were possibly the most vivid dreams to date that I've had. 100mg b6, 15mg zinc and a co-operative B-complex were taken about half an hour before sleep.

I can't remember the beginning of this dream, but what I do remember goes as follows:

I was in a house in the front room witth two other people, the one directly in front of me was the one I was doing admin work for, we were chatting though I don't know what about, but I do know I was assuring him that I would help him out.
Next thing I remember, I was in an upstairs bedroom. I used a conveniently placed pylon to climb down. Outside it was almost dark and it was Gainsborough Road where I lived as a child. I walk away trying not to be seen by anyone in the house and heading for my car which I knew was far away.

Im walking around this neighbourhood with my dog and some guy. We then notice that a guy with long beard is starting to chase us. The guy has a geiger counter and we are leaving radioactive marks behind and by those hes easily keeping track of us. We then go around this neighbourhood and come to this red car. I ask my comppanion if this car is his, he says yes. We then go in, I try to get my dog in but Its struggling against me so then I yell at it and she jumps in. Its winter and the neighbourhood reminds me of the neighbourhood near the jäähalli.

We are driving the same car, but now its summer and we are driving to this cabin. We come to this intersection and I see a guy imitating Muammar Gaddafi and then I see M sitting on a rock.
We come to the cabin and theres like this show going on and I need to participate in it. I put some clothes on for the show.

I am pushing the brake pedal in my Geckomobile all the way down. It seems to have little effect. I can feel the pressure on my foot. I seemed to be going on forever. I remembered the dream later that day when I was driving in my real car pushing the real brake because I almost missed the stop sign in the fog.

I have a dream fragment where I was checking on my vegetable garden. I went out to find a whole lot of my pineapples (i don't grow pineapples) were all pale and dead.