Fragment of Dreams
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Hey all! That was one frustrating night... I went to bed at around 01.00 and woke up again at 03.00. I had several strange hallucinations or whatever you call them. I can't really explain what I felt, but it was like I was trying to understand something. Something about Magic the Gathering. I had to have enough power bla bla... I woke up several times during the morning, but couldn't recall anything! I was so frustrated. But in the end, I got my LD! Night: I am god. I know that I'm dreaming and I am almighty. I wake up and I'm really confused, did I just have a Lucid Dream? I won't count it as one, as it was more emotions and strange feelings, rather than sight. I do have have this godlike picture of a man standing in light in my head. 12.45 D1: I'm in our vacation cabin in northern Sweden. Me and my brother are going fishing and I'm trying to find a fishing rod. I find one and it's a modified spinning rod. "Can I use this?" I ask and show it to some of my relatives. "Hmm no... That's Lisa's rod" one of them say and I wonder who the hell Lisa is. A girl we call "Ankan" shows up and that's apparently her. "Uhm... is that her real name really?" I wonder and fail to notice the dreamsign! I end up having to fix the rod from scratch, with some piece of string. D2: I'm at a hockey game with my cousins. I'm having a conversation with one of them, Michael, about melting temperatures. "Hey, how about kelvin?" I say and we're wrestling for some random reason. "Hmm is that hot?" he asks. "Yeah! It's like super hot". I start playing with an electric socket which is faulting. Sparks are flying everywhere, like it's a broken hose. "What if the current would be AC instead of DC?" I ask an old man, and he says it would be very dangerous. I can feel the shower of sparks on my leg and I direct the thing toward my little brother. He has hair in his armpit (he's 10) and he tells me he wants to go to sleep. I follow him to a room full of bunkbeds, and he lay down in one. I kind of wake up but fall asleep again, and the dream continue. I'm at the other side of the room, in the other entrance and I'm trying to turn on the right lights, damn things won't do as I want them to! I can see six or seven buttons and I try to get the right lights to light up, for atleast thirty seconds. I don't want to wake up anyone, and finally I manage to do it. Suddenly I'm playing a cool video game in the middle of the room. I got my feet on the table and the game is a cool version of pokémon. The creatures in the game keeps vomiting when I attack and the effects are awesome. The game evolves somehow and now it's about running in 2D. It's like guitar hero where you have to time the buttons, and I suck at it so bad! In the end, the pellets are counted and it turns out I didn't get a prize. LD: I'm in my appartment, looking out the window. The entire landscape is moving, and it looks like I'm on a train. I point this out to Monica and she doesn't react much. I get lucid and instead of the building crashing into the next, it turns and continues down a slope. "Hmm, this doesn't feel right, we must be on a pulka (check picture). Suddenly we are, and I'm on the side. I feel like flying, so I make the pulka fly by willing it. We're far up in the sky now, just circling the home town. After like fifteen seconds, we start to descend and end up at my old school. I can feel the dream start to de-stabilize and remember instantly what I read on DV. About concentrating on my hands. I look at my hands and focus on my sense of feeling and sight. The dream stabilizes and gets very vivid right away. The feeling of cold snow against my hands worked great! I leave the pulka and start walking. I think about the task of the month, the elevator task, and decide to try it out. I know there's an elevator on the side of the building, but weren't you supposed to create your own? I decide to make my own and I tell Monica to wait for me, while I walk down a few stairs. On the bottom I expect to find an elevator, only to find snow. I close my eyes and try to concentrate. When I open them again, the snow is still there. I can see a door which is almost buried. "Hmm, what if I try to open the door just a little bit, and crawl in?" I think and I try to make it open. I start to feel my body and wake up almost instantly. Amount of sleep: 11 hours The damned buttons from hell^___________________________Pulka^ Well that's it folks. Feels great to finally get a proper LD, and not just fragments of one. I will try to rebound my REM atleast once a week from now on, it'll be nothing but good for me. I'm off to buy some B6 vitamins! Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!
had a frag about taking some pictures of some monkeys that were on trees. tried for a WILD....got into a scene once momentarily. I remember being on some futuristic planet...in a cave. I got back to that same exact scene twice, but I couldn't enter the dream.
Two dream tonight, but unfortunately after waking from the first one I was way too tired to get up and write some notes. All I can remember now was a brief scene where I was up on MS5C (I recall walking down the northwest hallway of the wing towards and around the main nurse's station), only there was some other reason that I was there that had nothing to do with hospitals. In the longer dream, I was the leader of a group of fighters. There were maybe five or six of us staying in a room, but for some reason the room we were staying in was in the back of a biker gang's bar. Most of them left to pillage or something, but there was one that stayed behind; he burst into our room and started trying to attack us. There were more of us than him though, so we were able to hold him down and take turns beating him up. Somehow he managed to get loose and escape, just as the rest of the biker gang was returning. We were trying to figure out what to do now; one of our guys was small enough to get out the window, so we told him to go send word to our allies, but after he escaped he just waited outside for us to come out as well. The bikers managed to burst into the room again, but there was no immediate fighting. Instead, the leader came to the front and acted menacing. They grabbed one of my guys and were getting ready to torture him. We were hesitant to fight back at first, but as they were about to drive a nail through my comrade's hand I counterattacked. We all managed to fight our way to the door, despite overwhelming numbers of burly bikers, and we escaped and then scattered to regroup later to the north with our camp. I headed south at first, but then doubled back north to meet up with my group's camp (which was in kind of a swampy forest area), where we prepared a small force to invade southwards towards the area where the bikers' bar was.
Whoa. 09/13/10 This is a building with no windows. The walls and ceiling are black and plasticky, and the dark tiles on the floor are smooth and glossy. Neon signs and arrows are laid out tackily along the walls, advertising the various games on display and giving directions that I can't read. I'm in a small alcove, playing one of the arcade games stuffed into the small hallway. The place I'm in connects a larger hallway (which leads to a set of elevators, and the lobby of the building) to a large, open room, the entirety of which is pitch black and shiny. I keep moving along the wall and towards the room, switching games as I go. I'm trying to stay out of the way of the janitor, who's coming from the elevators. He's driving a rainbow, glowing lawnmower with various mop-like attachments which simultaneously clean all surfaces of the room. The mop cleaning the ceiling is spinning in circles and whipping across from side to side. The side mops are giant spinning things, reaching out to the edges of the hallway. It looks like a demented, inside-out automatic car wash from an alternate dimension. I haven't actually seen it, though. I'm just quietly moving towards the black room. - discussing what's happening in the big bang theory tv show on the big screen tv in the black room with someone or other - I'm playing air hockey against myself (neon, of course, lighting up the room), when He finds me. I roll my eyes. I was really hoping to avoid the Arcade's mascot. It's a clown, of course. He dances around spastically as he approaches me. I cross my arms over my chest and the colourful clown turns the pitch black of the walls and starts to disintegrate. I hear the employee - the man in the suit - decide that he doesn't get paid nearly enough for this. In another dream, I'm talking to one of the actors from Supernatural, Jensen Ackles. The surroundings are plain and the carpet is brown. Ackles is complaining about his insane fans, and I decide not to ask for an autograph. Scare Factor: 2/10 Rating: 4/10
14.09.2010Sea, Camera Fragment (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I read this article in the afternoon yesterday, and I wanted to give it a shot so right before I slept I got out a notebook and wrote the day's activities. It took me around 10 to 15 minutes, and I was quite satisfied. I climbed into bed feeling rather tired. Unfortunately I only got a few fragments of my dreams. At least they were ridiculous; I'm getting quite sick of my dreams being realistic and boring. Some fragments: I remembered being at the bottom of the ocean, like a city in the sea with my friends D and G. I can't remember the conversation we had between us, but then we rose to the top and we appeared at the basketball court in my school. As we left the court I told D to remove the oil stains from the sea, as obviously it was extreme pollution to the ocean. I then walked towards the canteen and it was either evening/night time. I saw a few people with weird costumes on them and I walked to one of them. It was my friend from primary school, P. I saw a huge switch on the costume and a small notice 'Press for coupon!', so I went ahead and pressed the switch of P's costume. It was actually a camera in disguise, there was a huge white blinding flash of light and everything went white. I woke up.
Updated 09-14-2010 at 03:06 PM by 32087
Most of the time when gaining lucidity, the dreams involve me running to or from something. Something important is always going to happen. I have been working on gaining lucidity for quite a while and I'm not completely sure if it's fully rendered or not, but I definitely do know that I'm gaining control. It's ranging from making a $5 dollar bill spring up from no where, then fly to my hand or creating giant Transformer like machines. One noteworthy dream is one I had about a week or two ago. --On the run-- It began with me in a combination of being in one of my old school's hallways and at the place I was staying at the time. I had been talking to a girl that I also used to know in school, I think it was either middle or high school. We were at the point where we were about to get intimate and then we heard a boom and a crash. I opened the door and saw just hoards of people pouring from the other rooms. They appeared to be hostile so I told her lets go and get the fuck out of here! Some may look at that as a nightmare and for a moment I almost agreed but I gained the sense that it was just a dream and it kinda just sprung from there. Once we got out of the building it was about the time when the sun starts going down and creates the beautiful orange, pink, and purple sky that I love to watch. We ended up near a train station/stop and no train was there. I turn to look at the crowd of crazies and then turn back to the tracks in hopes that something would happen, some sort of escape and right before my eyes a dull green train-like thing with a orange stripe and the name Steamworker on it sprung into existence a ladder came down and me and the girl climbed on. As we did the train began to move and whatnot, yet we were not knocked off. To me I was enjoying it, because I'm in love with Transformers and it was just, well crazy! After that I lost sense of things and woke up wondering what the hell just happened.
September 13, 2010 Asleep by 1am. Decided to try an experiment, today. Awake at 5am. Tried a new idea during my WBTB... playing the mathematics gamex100 on brain age to help wake up my prefrontal cortex Was actually a really good idea! I settled in for my WILD and had better focus than I have in weeks. SP was pretty uncomfortable this morning, coupled with the knowledge that I knew my BF would be interrupting my attempt today (long story)... I ended up passing out at some point, I think around the 6am point. I was woke up by my end of WBTB alarm. I'm actually thinking I should kill that alarm, but it's usually so I can move back from the couch to the bed. But it's a potential lucid I keep interrupting. Almost-completed Beatles goal - Lucid - 1/5 This was all 60's-era setting. About 1965, actually. I was on a stage with a bunch of instruments set up. This stage was a bit unusual, as it wasn't raised, or surrounded by raised seats. In fact, it was all one level, and there was a space of maybe 10 feet between us and the first row of audience. I noticed a stagehand had two stop signs (like the cross-walk hand-held ones), which he laid on the ground in a ^ shape. I "knew" it was Paul's spot to stand on the stage. At that moment, Paul came out from back stage, with his bass on him already. "Hey Paul!" I beckoned him over. I wanted to test whether he knew about going past the stop signs, or not. "Come stand over here, this is where you're supposed to be!" Paul comes over and he's got one foot over the stop signs. "Noooo!" I said. "Don't go past them, it's dangerous! Look at how close the audience is!" I said, and positioned him back by his shoulders. "Oh, yeah, I suppose you're right!" he said. John came out, so Paul says quietly, "Let's see if John fucks up with it!" Then louder, "Hey John, come over here!" John does, indeed, mess it up, resulting in me laughing at him and saying, "Noooo!" again, but in a silly voice. John's a bit more whatever! about the whole thing and sticks his tongue out at me. George comes out and the same thing repeats. As I'm pushing George back, I think to myself, "Wow, even if this is just a dream, I'm acting pretty retarded, I should stop!" I need to go across to the other side of the stage (we're on stage left, my keyboard is on stage right). Paul is supposed to play on stage right. As we pass each other, we stop and kiss briefly before carrying on. When I get to my keyboard, though, there's a major catastrophe! There's a pool of water underneath my keyboard, and the stagehands are doing nothing to clean it! I find a mop (didn't have to look far ) and start trying to get the water up. Paul sees me, and comes over. "Why are you mopping it yourself?!" he demands. "Because no one else is, and I'm not going to electrocute myself by playing in a puddle of water!" We get some help, but the water is turning into sludge. Sighing, I decided maybe I should just move the keyboard to a new place on the stage. I pick it up, turn around and... I'm in a different room, facing Jack and listening to the Beatles on my mp3 player "Noooo! What the fuck!" I silently ask myself. "What are you playing?" Jack asks. "Just some Beatles," I say quietly. "Only, I was just going to turn the sound off, and mash the keys, pretending like I could play, because I can't actually play any songs yet," I say and do some fancy key-mashing that could totally pass for legit. I wake up. Fragments Talking to my dad and he has a full head of mop-top inspired hair, only he's his age in present time.
Last night was the first time I really tried lucid dreaming, but it didn't work. I had a lot of dreams that I half remember about my friends, XC teammates, and the kids I watched this summer.
Managed to salvage a fragment of a longer dream that I awoke too briefly from to hang on to more than a few details. All I remember involved a scene that resembled NCIS wherein there was that kind of office space with a handful of people standing around pretending to be witty until a passive-aggressive, older grumpy guy walked through hastily and told everyone what to do. I'm quite disappointed I went through the entire weekend without a single good dream to record. Granted I spent most of Saturday and Sunday evenings taking heavy naps and I didn't get much sleep Saturday night...well, now that I put it that way I guess it's not surprising. I want to avoid saying I'm in a dry spell again, but it kinda feels like it.
Shocking, shocking recall last night. Woke up a few times, dreams on the tip of my tongue... all have is one meager fragment... <B>Dream 1</B> I am at work, and a carton of stock arrives. There is a yellow envelope in it, which suggests freebies for me. I open it and there are two DS games in it. A copy of Art Academy, and a copy of the New Scribblenauts game... but it is like on of the preowned games, that has a made up cover. The End.
13.09.2010Mathematics Fragment (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Listened to an audio aid repository for half an hour before going to bed. However, I didn't get any lucids and recall was horrible. Fragment: I was taking the Mathematics Preliminary Exam in school when I realised I forgot to bring the construction set. Worried, I flipped through the paper to check for any construction questions and there were a quite a number of questions worth a lot of marks.
Didn't post yesterday cause I had a school cross country meet, its fine b/c I also had to get up early for it which meant zero recall (I didn't have time to write in my DJ and forgot whatever I may have remembered). This morning was an entirely different story. First thing I remember is a fragment from what I know was a much larger dream... a golden penis. That's it, lul. Moving on. Next dream was a natural LD. I was a Jedi hunting a fleeing rogue Jedi through the wilderness. I ended up in the bay of a starship, whose inside seemed a bit like a French kitchenware store. I had fun using telekinesis to levitate and rotate plates and cups and stuff, much to the entertainment of my DCs. One DC was my nemesis... she was another Jedi, she carried a five-pronged lightwhip (like a ninetails but with 5 tails that all had knots on the end with metal around them from which a lightasaber blade could emerge) whereas I had only a one-pronged lightwhip (just a whip with the thing at the end). Suddenly, my telekinesis abilities all but disappeared. The most I could do was make a champagne glass wobble slightly. It happened to all of the other Jedis on board (DCs) too... like someone had flipped on a Force-jammer or something. I performed the hand RC to bolster my confidence in the fact that it was a dream, but even when it failed, all of my will still wouldn't't make stuff move more than a wobble. Then I went down some hatch doors with two male DCs and played out a real-life version of Star Wars Battlefront, moving through a labyrinth that was down there and killing droids and Jawas and stuff, when I cleared the stage the dream ended. I'm very displeased with this dream and mad at myself because I neglected to do any of my current lucid goals (Task of the Month, Serial Dream RPG, find a certain DC, try to dreamshare with my friend, etc...), I didn't even bother to try and remember any of them Anyways, next dream... I have all the details written but I'll summarize it since time is not on my side tonight. My grandparents were with me and my family in the car, we drove up to this weird constant wave off the coast, then we all went to the shopping district of the city we were in, my grandpa thought I had a sore throat so we teleported to what was apparently his apartment and he gave me this nasty gooey yellow cough drop which I refused, then told me how he had some other cough drops that he had been saving for 10-15 years, then the dream ended. And that's all for now... I'll go to bed as soon as I post this, and hopefully get some good material for tomorrow.
Updated 09-13-2010 at 07:03 AM by 21258
12.09.2010MTG Fragments (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID One of my friends from cards was celebrating his birthday, so we had card night. Low recall, slept a few hours only. All the dream was about Magic The Gathering. I was not Emperor but playing as a guardian. The game was fun. Missed dream signs: - Unknown. What I would have done if lucid: - Unknown.
Got most of my stuff packed up today. Just clothes left, mostly. 09/12/10 I'm filming a documentary about the variety of religious beliefs in our culture. My invisible cameraman and I are set up near a bus stop. I interview people and ask them to talk about their beliefs on camera. One young woman wants me to come to her evangelical, ultra-conservative church to film and meet her minister/pastor/reverend. While this probably is a golden opportunity for me, I really don't want to go. Absolutely nothing in this scenario could possibly end well. The woman turns into a girl I knew in high school, someone I barely ever talked to. We're going on a road trip through the US, and I'm consulting the GPS on my cell phone. I'm walking through an airport. Scare Factor: 2/10 Rating: 1/10
Updated 09-13-2010 at 05:03 AM by 31096
Quick fragment of a dream but I'll say it anyway. I had dreamt that I was in building at my school and there was this bench in front of me. Sitting on the bench were football players but sitting on the furthest right was this enormous player. He was about size of big statue and then this normally big player tried to tackle him while he was sitting(which was stupid because he had his back to the wall so he couldn't have brought down the player) My little brother was there with me watching it and then my bro radomly ran towards this stair case which were on the top of and jumped off it. I quickly ran towards him and grabbed him and asked why he did that and then that's when I woke up.
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