dream fragment

School starts back tomorrow. The summer sure does fly by!

Fragments:
Kristen has gone sort of loopy. Saying that she is a clone and lost herself in another plane of existence. I think she has been brainwashed by some boot camp she has gone to, so I vow to rescue her.

I get my ears pierced and spend the rest of the dream searching for earrings before the holes heal shut.

Trying to pick up a squirming goldfish.

Steven barges into my room and starts breaking things. I punch him in the face.

well I went to the cinema to see inception last night and it seemed to take a starring role in my dreams.

I don't remember a great deal of detail the dreams of last night. I was watching the fight in the hall of the hotel when the gravity has shifted and then something changed.I can only describe it as that all of a sudden everything changed from a dreamlike quality to being real. It's hard to explain, for about 60 seconds or so it became real in my head, my awareness had changed or something but the most frustrating thing is I don't remember anything else.

Does that 1 minute window mean I was lucid but just don't remember, or just a really weird quality I've never before had in my dreams?

15-08-10 1: Very fragmented. I was riding a bike through Hornslet (the town in which I was raised). I am having a conversation with my mum and wonder if she thinks the petrol station will be completely removed, underground tanks and all. I keep riding my bike and at a point, right next to the old Music café, I ride extremely close to my grandfather on my father's side. I ride so close that I end up on a trailer made of egg container cardboard. He tells me with disappointment in his voice that I shouldn't drive as reckless as I am.

2: An old friend of mine (Asbjørn) was at my house playing Starcraft 2 on my old computer and me on my own. We are very close to starting the next semester (now we don't even study together so I probably should have noticed this). We somehow non-verbally agree that we shouldn't take the semester too seriously and focus on playing Starcraft instead. We decided to try and link up the computers, but have trouble finding a network cable long enough. This we eventually sort out by moving the router with a longer power cord instead. There is a shift in the dream and I am now on a bike and I am thinking about actually applying myself for next semester. I notice a trailer parked in the middle of the road and I wonder when a car will find it a nuisance. A car drive up from behind, but makes a turn before the trailer becomes an issue and I notice how the garage opens up with a guy behind a bar. I keep biking and speak to a friend's mother about how difficult it is to bike when you have just returned from summer holidays.

Key: Non-Lucid, Lucid

I really wish my recall would get back to some kind of consistency!

Tree Beard Fragment

I was looking in a mirror. I noticed that by chin and neck were made out of tree bark -- roughly in the area where my beard grows. It was all cracked and browny-green looking. I felt slightly shocked and uncomfortable.

I had this brief dream the night before last, having just shaved my beard off a day earlier. It's really weird going clean shaven after having a beard for a few years -- although it's obviously even weirder in my dreams...

Windows to The Other Side

I was back at secondary school. C was there, and I think L, and we were standing near the main gates. There was a strange light coming out of nowhere and engulfing the area. There were spirits of some kind that we could see. It was some kind of portal or window to a spirit realm or so I figured.

It ended and we went to another location in the school where it happened again. We gathered around it and watched. It happened several times in different places, and each time more people would come and watch what was happening. I spoke to M outside the canteen and explained about the strange spirit portals that were appearing around the school.

The next thing I recall is entering one of the buildings. I was going to a math lesson, but wasn't sure where I was going. I walked to where I thought my classroom was and looked inside. For some reason I decided it was the wrong place and went up the the first floor instead. The first floor of the building was wrong: it was actually the first floor of the art & technology building.

As I descended the stairs I started shouting at the people who were entering the building. I felt really pissed off. I walked in the the classroom I had left before and realized that was actually where I was supposed to be.

I sat down. The room was configured a bit differently from how it was in reality. The teacher, Mrs. H, was asking if people had done their assignments. I knew I hadn't bothered to. I had very mixed feeling of nerves and getting in trouble and extreme defiance. Eventually she asked me, and I decided to go with defiance and told her I didn't give a crap.

I don't remember much, but what I did remember was pants-wettingly scary.



I am walking down a street near my house. I em nomming on a brick of cheese.

That is all.

I remember very little.

1. I got a demo disc that was supposed to have Gears 3 on it, but when I started it the only thing I could play was Skate 2.

2. I was building two giant water slides. One out of ice, the other out of fire. (there's that fire again. I have to realize that fire is obviously a dream sign for me.)

For how my routine works go ahead and hit up this thread. Otherwise let's just leap right into it.

Last night I went to bed a little bit later than I wanted to and I think I was a bit too tired to really maximize the effectiveness of my routine. I started to do my "countdown" trick before I went to sleep and I think I almost got into SP (my heart began to race, my body felt numb) and then I reality checked..and nothing. I tried again and ended up straight zonking out. I woke up again at 5:30 (when my WBTB alarm is set). For whatever reason I wasn't tired feeling so I had to make myself go back to sleep. And as I started to do my countdown... I passed out again.

Then I woke up at 8:30 and could only remember one dream. Pro: I could recall it. Con: It was pretty short.

Maybe I'm still recovering from trying to do the Infinity Course. That thing really messed with my sleep schedule...

It always wierds me out when dreams happen like this but I am suddenly in my dream, running down the court, playing basketball. Nobody says anything but I instantly perceive that I'm playing in an all star game. The gym is pretty stark. Big, but stark. Wood floors and plain white washed walls. There are two hoops. I know we are in the middle of a game but at any given time I can only see one or two people and never myself. OK. So I'm running down court and I pass the ball off to this tall white guy with darker black, and blond, streaked hair. He catches the ball and immediately puts up an awkward shot. The guy that came back to D him up gets the rebound and dribbles off. I know instantly that this guy is Darko Milicic. He is sweaty and looks very unsure of himself. I walk over to the guy and start giving him pointers. Telling him to just relax and calm down. And, when he gets the ball, just to slow the game down and put up a confident shot. I don't have a clue why I am giving him basketball tips when he's in the pros.

That's about all there was to the dream. Really short, written out like this, but it seemed to take up a lot of 'dream time'. Again I see my dream sign, basketball/basketball players, I really need to start doing RL reality checks whenever basketball is brought up. Hmm..

Well I don't really remember much

Anyways, I don't talk to my dad but I saw him in my dream and we were getting along really well and it felt so genuine and real until I like woke up and realized it was a dream.

I went back to sleep and then here is another fragment I was at the backyard of my moms friends house and I was running in my underwear (my dad wasn't in here anymore) and then I was flying upwards and I was like woohoo I already knew it was a dream and I was very lucid, the dream was very detailed, I was examining every single detail from left to right but it was kind of hard to keep it going, then I flew down into some persons house and there was a witch there.

Then like in this show called Charmed my favorite show she was trying to throw an energy ball while I was up in the air near the celling of the house and I yelled 'energy ball' and it orbed into my hand (these are charmed terms btw) and I threw it back at her and it didn't hit her so we kept this going for like 4 times until somehow I lost control and I flew out of the house onto the floor.

Next, I really have no clue what this was about, I don't know if I was lucid or not but I was trying to control the dream, it worked very well on many levels to say the least, far better than any other dream I've had so far. Basically it was me and my cousin sort of again, her name is Suzy, she was in one of my last dreams if you remember. I guess this was like some sequel to that dream, and like it was her friend Rat, and I remember we were in the mall, me and Rat, and like I kept trying to find her and yell for her but she wouldn't come so I said a spell from charmed (similar to the spell 'to call a lost witch') and from the top floor of the mall (the mall was really big and distorted in my dream) she vanished in like a wind spiral and came down in front of me, which I was like FUCK YEAH I CAN FINALLY DO SPELLS IN MY DREAMS (this is a BIG accomplishment for me it actually helps me control my dreams better and more detailed)

So then we were walking down this escaltor which was really weird because it was like going up and down at the same time, impossible architecture maybe? then we finally went up for one last time and went out, I don't know where we went but we were basically hiding behind these cars in a parking lot with a bunch of people trying to shoot at us (ala Inception) and I said another spell, something like make me invincible blah blah and it rhymed but not too well, it's funny in my dreams I have a much more fluid vocabulary and easier to make rhyming spells, anyways after I said it, Rat was already gone, and I was like haha I'm invincible you can't hurt me, so I was just walking while they were shooting at me, which was another big accomplishment because usually by this point I lose some sort of faith and they manage to shoot me and I wake up or something, and btw this was all at night time, and while i went all the way in the parking lot I reached Target, and it was already day time, and then I was looking for Tristan and Anthony (anthony was also in another one of my dreams if you read my first DJ), and then they were behind me and there was a bunch of teen gangster around me trying to shoot me, and they tried to shoot me as I was walking in target and it went through me and I was like haha missed me or something and we went in, and they were all surprised and I was like 'Tristan, your comin with me' 'you too Anthony' and I guess I was trying to gather up some sort of army or something to do Time Travel as far as I remember, and then as we were walking down the aisles Anthony asked me a question I forgot what, and I completely lost lucidity and woke up.

The end. Trust me this is all I could remember now it's been 3 hours, I know there was WAY WAY more fun stuff see you next in the next dream!

Fragments of weird, weird stuff.

I remember looking through a web/videocam of a woman shaving, a fat ugly woman, couldnt see her face though.
Skip ahead a minute, I'm looking at Emily from Pretty Little Liars shaving. What the hell?

Then suddenly, I'm in a gymnastics place. Its huge, im in heaven. I'm pulling moves on rings, tumbling like crazy, etc.
The weird part is, whenever ive tumbled before, Iw as doing it but I'd see it from a 3rd person perspective. This time, It was first person.
I pulled a roundoff double backtuck. Then a standing full. Then some stuff on rings, and dismounted with a full in-double full out (my dismount on rings right now is that).

I think I saw Ayla Kell somewhere, my brain was focused on tumbling.

Then I stunted a bit. Did a few chairlifts, put a girl high up, basket tossed, and I kinda zoned out.
After that I lost focus, and everything melted away.

Fragments of weird, weird stuff.

I remember looking through a web/videocam of a woman shaving, a fat ugly woman, couldnt see her face though.
Skip ahead a minute, I'm looking at Emily from Pretty Little Liars shaving. What the hell?

Then suddenly, I'm in a gymnastics place. Its huge, im in heaven. I'm pulling moves on rings, tumbling like crazy, etc.
The weird part is, whenever ive tumbled before, Iw as doing it but I'd see it from a 3rd person perspective. This time, It was first person.
I pulled a roundoff double backtuck. Then a standing full. Then some stuff on rings, and dismounted with a full in-double full out (my dismount on rings right now is that).

I think I saw Ayla Kell somewhere, my brain was focused on tumbling.

Then I stunted a bit. Did a few chairlifts, put a girl high up, basket tossed, and I kinda zoned out.
After that I lost focus, and everything melted away.

I have stumbled upon the DEILD technique and I think it suits me very well. Though I didnt have results last night and messed up my recall because of it, I trust it will use both my extremely powerful biological clock while giving me close to nothing to do. I learned that the more a technique is demanding on my part, the smaller the results. In other words, I fuck it up every time. So a quick WILD looks like the right way to go, because DILD is too random. Even when I had my only two DILD, i feel like it was just a lucky shot and id rather induce my dreams. If I get any success with this it may also reconciliate me with the traditionnal slow WILD which has proven a complete failure so far. I also like how you get multiple attempts per night. Even though I have had no results yet, im unaware as of wether the problem is my ability to stay still when waking up or entering a dream. I guess light will shed on this mystery later on. And now, my only dream fragment of the night.

I am in Quebec in my family when I hear my Ipod ringing. I take it out of my pocket and answer. Its Shao but I dont know it. I ask who it is and he answers with something incomprehensible. I go: Ok...What do you want? He tells me to come at his place but im not even at home. I say I am in Quebec and I cant come. Whats funny is that my ipod is no phone, it cant ring!

14-08-10 Fragmented stuff, pictures of dragon golems and 7 armies that had to be vanquished. Kept being conscious about dreaming, although in reality I never think I was dreaming in the first place, just basking around in HHs. Tried asking people around for my dream name, but there was no audio what so ever. Gotta say I was drunk to boots yesterday, which might have had an influence on the entire experience. Throughout the series of 'dreams' I felt like someone(thing) was guiding me though..

I'm out of the country. Same place i've been dreaming of recently. It's night time and I'm in a crowded park on the edge of some water, maybe a bay(?) I get taken into a room where people are being tortured. I start getting tortured. While also torturing the person beside me?!?!? We are all peeing on each other and then beating each other up. Eventually we all escape. Somehow i find my mom but she doesn't really seem to care about finding me. She is calling out for a friend, L. Some guy in the park starts shooting arrows into the ground and then reeling them in like they are fish. I don't find this bizarre at all. I wake up.

August 13, 2010

No recall from before the WILD attempt.

WILD attempt unsuccessful... got a little too relaxed Fell asleep listening to ninja's subliminal mp3

Back to bed by 6am, and mantra'd to myself: How does my body feel? <- Noting this because it seemed to have worked That or the mp3... not sure.

The mirror - Lucid - 4/5
It's night time. I find myself walking up to a line up of cars in a drive thru. I randomly get inside a car at the pick up window. In the driver seat, there is a chick highly reminiscent of Mimi from Drew Carey, except she was as large as Peter Griffin from family guy (and also lacked a neck).





The other girl in the passenger seat was fairly nondescript. So anyways, the order is somehow wrong, and we go inside the restaurant. The restaurant is a bit shaky, and it starts melding into a school. And now, we were in the girls' classroom. My friends started talking absolute nonsense. It sounded like their tongues got all swollen. During this bit, I gradually started getting lucid, and by the time they started talking in tongues ( ) I was fully lucid.

I leave the room and I pass by the guys' classroom. I see Darren in there, but I'm not quite ready to do anything about that yet. I have two goals to complete first. A mirror and a unicorn. I walk to the end of the hall, where I tell myself there will be a washroom. "When I open the door, there will be a person-sized mirror for me to step through in there," I tell myself. Believing it, I opened the door. The bathroom was deplorable (as they often are in my dreams), lacked toilets... and mirrors. Ugh... Alright... let's just snap my fingers and summon one. I tried snapping my fingers, but for some reason, it wouldn't work. My fingers felt all swollen and floppy, and they just wouldn't snap. I looked at my hands in frustration and found my middle fingers looked like carrots (skin coloured carrots, mind). "You're fucking joking!" I said, out loud.

The forcing of control caused the dream to deteriorate. I remembered Mosh telling me about using senses and I remembered my own experience about interacting with the dream environment, so I immediately touched the door to the washroom and started rubbing it. It brought the dream back. I continued to do that until it felt solid again.

I turned around, and there was a small mirror on the wall, now. It'll have to do. I took it off the wall and flopped it on my head. It didn't quite thunk, it had some give. "Perfect!" I thought. I closed my eyes and started bringing the mirror down over me. Past my head, my shoulders. Around my waist, I told myself when this is done, I'll be in an enchanted forest, for the unicorn. I brought the mirror down through my feet, and stepped out of the back side. Still in the washroom. I sighed. This dream is being ridiculous. I also had to rub the walls again, because it was being shaky again. I remembered Mosh saying something about using all his senses. I smelled the washroom. It smelled like cleaner. I licked the door ( :sick: ). It tasted like nothing, but had the same texture as it did for my hands.

I need to find some other way to reach the unicorn, but I got slightly distracted. I realized I was wearing my nightgown (same as WL), but my flannel pants and undies were missing. I thought, "Oh fantastic, let's summon Darren now, then!" I stared at a wall. "Darren? Can I see you?" I asked, using the same trick I used to summon Danny, my DG. I turned around. He's not there. This is some of the worst control I've had in a really long time...

Alright, well, I remember seeing him earlier... I left the washroom and poked my head into the guys' classroom. A bunch of faces stared at me. No Darren, though.

I went out to the common area... scan, scan... no Darren. I began to think any of one of these guys will do... But no! I firmed my resolve. It's Darren or nothing! I realized he wasn't going to be in this dream, so, lets go find the unicorn.

I left the building, and found it's still nighttime (hooray for dream continuity! Sort of). I started jogging and remembered, "Well, I'm dreaming... let's just fly." At my side, was my purse, from WL. Good, cos I was using it for stabilization. Oh right, at some point here, I was playing around with throwing an object in the air, cos it kept coming down slowly (which amused me, apparently ). Also, I remember seeing the supervisor vehicle from work, and a bunch of guys were piling into it like a clown car... Let's just ignore that. Anyways, I kicked off the ground, flew a bit and sank. I kinda figured this would happen, though, cos I'd been having control problems all dream. I rubbed my purse and remembered to set a point on the horizon to focus on while I fly. I kicked off again, and fixed my "point" on the stars. I felt it connect with my third eye, and flying was now no longer an issue. I shouted into the night, "I summon a unicorn!" My voice sounded like laryngitis. The dream also started destabilizing again, too. I do remember seeing a unicorn come at me, but it kept fading I rubbed my purse again. Nothing. I rubbed my hands. Nothing.

When I woke up and looked at my clock, I realized I probably wouldn't have been able to save it anyways... I'd been asleep about 90 minutes, so the REM period was probably up.

I tried my mantra again, but I seemed to lack focus this go-around...

Hugh Laurie
A dream hanging out with Hugh Laurie. Not much else going on here.

July to August

I've dreamed of work at least three more times since the end of July and now. I hate typing out my work dreams, plus I don't want to mention names. This post is mostly for my tags and to yell at myself for dreaming about work.

I want to LEAVE work, not live in it in my dreams!