dream fragment

22.06.2010

Last Day of School (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Oh boy, here we go with the still in school dreams again. lol.

I was in school. It was the last day of school. I was hanging out with my friend Brandon. I remember him laughing his ass off at something, but I don't remember what. That's all I remember.

I have a better chance of getting lucid dreams again now because I'm having dreams where I'm still in school.

In which insane and bloody doctors offer to change my appearance.

I'm picking up floor joists by myself and placing them in a third layer over the existing ones.

"What are you doing?" asks my dad.

I set down the thirty-foot piece of wood and gesture like it should be obvious.

"We already did that," says Dad, "We don't need any more."

I look down, and realize that he's right. Oh.

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I'm driving around Quickton, driving around all the cars that are parked haphazardly in the middle of the road. Did I mention that DCs aren't allowed to drive anymore?

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I'm wandering around Ixburg. It's night, and my surroundings feel very real. I look at my hand anyway, count my fingers. I count five, but my pinky finger is just a stub, and I know that I'm dreaming.

I go through my mental list of lucid goals, and decide that I'll try to find Hazel. Only, I know exactly how this phase of the dream usually works out, so I decide to send her a message instead.

I pull out my cell phone and send a text, asking where she is. I immediately get a reply. I put the phone to my ear and hear a female voice telling me that she's at the zoo. I tell her to stay there; I'll try to come find her.

"I'm lucid, I'm lucid." I mutter to myself, going over to the church doors that I'm standing near. I pull them open, thinking, Lions and tigers and bears...

I see a faint blue light, but when I step inside, I'm still in Ixburg. I sigh. Obviously I'm going to have to work on that "power of belief" thing. Whatever, the door thing has never worked for me.

I'm standing by a mirror and idly playing with my appearance, going for "more masculine" and "more feminine", back and forth, changing faces at random. My skin is starting to feel stretched too tight, though, and I step back from the mirror.

A scalpel slices across my cheek, drawing blood. The girl holding it dances back, twirling happily around the room. I watch, unconcerned, as she and another, identical, girl come up to me and place their arms over my shoulders.

I don't remember exactly what they say, but the consensus is that my shapeshifting abilities leave something to be desired. Amused, I allow myself to be led over to the bed and handcuffed to the headboard. The twins step back and make a grand gesture toward the door.

An older woman appears, seemingly armed to the teeth with surgical tools. "I can help you gain any appearance you wish," she says.

"What," I say, taunting, "No anesthesia?"

"It's a dream. You don't need it."

I pause for a second, and seriously consider the offer. "Nah," I say, freeing myself from the handcuffs with a thought. "I got this."

The woman shrugs and disappears.

I stand up and walk over to the closets that are in the room, looking for a grey suit. I don't know why I'm looking for a grey suit, I just feel like wearing one. I try to make one appear in the one of the two closets, but fine-tuned dream control isn't my forte. I'm better at the "mass slaughter" kind of thing.

The twins continue to try to be helpful, but I ignore them.

I go over to the wall and stretch out a hand. I'm trying to dissolve the dream, reach through the Void, and pull up a new location. I see spots where my hands are, and I think it's working. I reach forward - my hand bumps off of a very real, very solid feeling wall. I try again. It's not working.

I wake up.

Like a Surgeon. Scare Factor: 2.

A lame night of reading forums and watching my mum play warcraft.

I KNOW, RIGHT?

Well, now I know a little more about the site I'm gonna stick a few old and memorable ones and end it with last nights, marking the start of hopefully a continued DJ.
I'm gonna interject in these dreams in black, so black is not part of the dream itself, but afterward reflection.

This first is from when I was about 4-5 and we had within the past couple years moved to the house I still live in today (aside from the fact I'm in Japan this year). It was a nightmare, I think I had it twice, but I'm not sure. I don't often have nightmares. After this, the last was late last year, when I was 18.

I'm walking down the corridor of the house. I pass the bathroom, and I pass my eldest brother's room, and my second eldest brother's room. These bedrooms are almost opposite each other, the latter being about meter further down the corridor. I glance into my second eldest brother's room in passing. I note the normal light shade on the hanging light on the ceiling. Later I'm walking the other way up the corridor, I glance in the same room and the shade is replaced by a cage, in the cage is a dummy. Much like the one from goosebumps, this was probably around the time we'd been watching goosebumps on Sundays after going in the pool. Later I'm in my dad's car and we're driving down our driveway, we park on the other side of the road to my driveway. I see the other car coming down the driveway, as it turns onto the road I see the dummy in the back. I try to scream out a warning but I have no voice.

This second is one that held some significance for some reason, I remember it well, though I think it's only part.

I come through the tall reeds either side of me and come across a lake. Standing in front of the lake are 2 silver Chinese/Japanese dragons. Fairly small, but long, when standing they're about the same height as me. I'm on the ground face down and one of them runs/flies over me, so close that the scales/feathers brush against me.

The next was perhaps the scariest nightmare I've ever had, or that I've ever remembered. Fairly recent, around the end of last year, creepy as anything... Though can't see why it was really that scary now.

I'm walking up stairs, in a museum. I turn to the left and enter a room. In the room are some articles of art, but one catches my eye. It is a wooden seat of abstract design, as though many 1cm thick planks of dark redwood are arranged to make a low rounded and slightly flattened sphere with an indentation to sit in. I sit in it. Opposite me is a triangle, a tall isosceles, white, with an eye in the upper middle. From here I can only remember patches, some man that I can't remember, and a lot of triangles with eyes, though as the dream progressed the became more keyhole shaped. I stress this freaked me out to no end, it was the most scared I've been in my life that I can think of. A friend later suggested that the eye could be the "all seeing eye" or "eye of providence", though I had not come across this image in life before. I had recently been to America though I hadn't consciously noticed it on the dollar bill while there, and was surprised at the resemblance when I took a look at one after the dream.

I shall now describe last night's dream fragment that I remember.

I'm standing on a pedestal of some kind on the side of my pool, while my feet are in the water I see a strange snake in the water, I <do some unremembered activity> at it hoping to scare it off, but it comes and nips me on the toe. I sigh and yell as loud as I can "DAD" with little panic in my voice. From somewhere he replies, and I yell back "I got bitten by a snake" or something to that effect. Later I am looking at a website and am relieved to see it wasn't a snake at all, but it was a long fish with a large head and an improbably large jaw full of sharp teeth. This website had nothing to do with me. It can be interesting the way dreams shift and change on you, that fish looked nothing like the snake that bit me, yet I acted as though it were the same, even after I knew that this site (and hence the incident) had nothing to do with me.

That brings me roughly up to date, I might put more old ones up if I remember them, but I want to concentrate instead on writing them as they come, I remember a lot of old dream fragments and to put them all up would be long...

June 21, 2010

Synopsis: Two random dreams I barely remember. In the third I hang out with hippies in the field under the star light. But the night ends on a loud note!

Night Time Note: I went to bed late, and didn't do my dream mantra

Two Random Dreams
More like random notes. Let's see, I scribbled down "jabaneros" "beach flood" "containing" and "family dog". I remember something about some Mexican Cowboys, that I called jabaneros. They were riding on horses. But then the high tide came in - the beach was flooded. And the jabaneros were riding their horses in knee high water. I don't remember the dog?

In another dream I was watching a comedy. All I remember now, was that I laughed myself awake

Hippies Night Out
I'm hanging out with hippies in a field near suburbia. I'm just having a nice time sitting on a blanket, looking at the stars. They're twinkling in a way that isn't normal. It feels like I've been here for hours. But some of the people here weren't all that interested in just enjoying the night sky. Instead they got drunk, wasted, and rowdy. It was past 3am and we decide it's time to pack up. That's when the rowdier members decide to play REALLY LOUD music at the last minute. Like a rock concert.

They play the music for only about a minute. But really that's more than enough time to wake up the entire sleeping neighborhood! I scream "What are you doing!!" They laugh as they take down their make shift tent. Were going to get in so much trouble thanks to them!

We all run for it before any cops find us. And to get 'back', we had to climb this rickety iron ladder. It was so rusty, unstable and tiny, I freaked out so much when it was my turn - I woke up.

Decided to only go with 1.5hrs of sleep this morning. Partly out of stupidity, but maybe the REM re-bound will be awesome later for DEILD attempts, who knows?

So, what was interesting was to see just what the first 90 minute phase of sleep (thus, the first REM phase) was like, because I often don't recall it at all.

There wasn't any kind of substantial dream. It was really hazy/misty. I'm not sure if it's because my BF wouldn't leave me alone while I tried to sleep (you can take that for what you will! ), and thus I wasn't sleeping as deeply as I could have been...

I fell asleep thinking about the Beatles, so my hazy dream was basically an image of the Beatles. It was trying to take on a life of its own, but that part definitely couldn't because of boyfriend sabotage.

I started out at my school(DS). I was going up the stairs with some classmates(DS). As we reached the top, I tripped on something, and tumbled to the bottom of the stairs. I was rushed to the hospital. Everyone thought I was dead. I was not dead. I awoke(in the dream), and got scared. I fled the hospital. I was picked up by some people. They took me home. I texted a friend saying I was alive, and my parents found out. My dad came with a BB Gun, and took me home.

I walk down an empty road, then go climbing.

I'm walking down the highway west of Ixburg. There's a semi-trailer parked at the side of the road. I peer inside, but it's empty. Now that I look around, there are a lot of abandoned vehicles here. The ditches seem to be flooded, as well.

I duck behind the truck as a cop car rolls slowly by, scanning the area for life. Once it's gone, I keep walking.

The road west of Ixburg, in reality, is a mostly flat, straight piece of asphalt leading directly to a bigger highway. In dreams, however, it leads into a treacherous, cliff-like system that's made mostly of mud and would be very bad to drive in during a rainstorm. The Road typically leads to the various parks around Ixburg, the place my Grandma used to live, and Wood Mountain. It's a real place, there just aren't any mountains.

Later, I'll get an image of my mom trying to follow me down The Road in her car. She'll have to call me and ask for directions, and I'll tell her it's more about intent than the road you drive down.

shift

I'm lead climbing on an indoor structure. I haven't hooked myself into the first bolt, and this is a dangerous route to climb. If I fall now, I'll hit the protruding ledge directly below be, probably break something, and go tumbling all the way to the ground.



I look back at my climbing partner, who is... Misha Collins. Hello again. Guess who's turning into a dream sign?

Two men are arguing in the change-rooms. I'm one of them. The other guy is my boyfriend, I think, and he's... um... yelling very loudly that he isn't gay? What?

The Road. Scare Factor: 2.

Took 3mcgs of melatonin at 8am. Went to bed at 9:30. I woke up around 1:30p to use the washroom and tried to focus on a goal to fall back to sleep with. Parents and boyfriend were making the ceiling creek above my head, which was causing me to stay awake. I'm beginning to wonder if I can't think about anything at all while I'm trying to fall back to sleep while I'm on melatonin. Two days now, I have only managed to fall back to sleep by doing some quiet-mind meditation.

Recall kind of blows today
Mostly just random scenes fused together. No plots. I didn't make any notes, so I'll just write what I can.

#1
I was standing at a train platform at night. This shady-looking guy with his hoodie pulled down low over his eyes comes onto the platform. The dream flashes and I'm sitting at my computer reading Raven's DJ. She wrote that she was attacking the guy, when I entered. She wrote that I transformed into Sailor Moon, but ultimately got deafeated because I got a little too cocky in my dream control skills (aren't as good as I thought they were, I guess!).

#2
On a train platform again. Things are not as they seem and keep turning/morphing into other things.

#3
A woman is blowing out car tires with a gun. She runs away. I'm a police officer, with my gun drawn, pursuing her.

That's all I got

I false awaken into my bedroom in my old house. I know one of my friends is taking me to a concert later in the day, but it's really early, and my first instinct is to jack off and kill some time. I grab a porn story printout from my bedstand and go to my basement, but I can't focus due to all the the noises and creaks down there. I spend the rest of the dream trying to stop those noises, turning various switches on and off to silence the washer, dryer, and buzzing fluorescent lights. Here are about ten consecutive failed RCs, as I realize these switches seem to take random effects on the machinery.

03.11.2009

Fragments (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My recall was pure terrible today. I lay the blame on my weekend away, which basically amounted to a sleepless binge! The following dream fragments are what I can remember from when I slept most of the evening after coming home.



I was crouching under a small arch or bridge, which looked a lot like a certain level in Halo 3. I had a pet mouse with me which I could command to do whatever I wanted. It kept making its way around in a big circle around me until I called it over. Eventually I lost it because it was so small.

Memory blank

I was in some sort of race down a massively tall, snowy mountain with three other guys. There was a blizzard on and visibility was poor. I managed to get a lead on the others by launching myself off ledges and landing on ones below. The depth of the snow cushioned my landing each time.
I think a white cat featured in this dream somehow... Can't place it though!

28.10.2009

Morning After a Party (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was stepping out the doors of a university with a group of five friends. We were discussing a party that had taken place the night before, somewhere on the outskirts of the institution. All I could see, up to the treeline in the distance, was a trail of rubbish, clothes and empty bottles, loosely following a winding white path through a green field. We walked along this path, and on the way I found my mobile phone and, to my delight, my jeans! It was only then that I realised I had been walking around all morning in my boxers.

Not much else of this one I can remember...

[Dream in blue.]
[Lucid in red.]
[Nightmare in pink.]
[Non-dream in normal.]


I don't remember much, because the annoyance of my almost-lucid cum completely-missed-lucid kinda overshadowed everything else.

I'm in my bathroom, doing my hair. I've done it as a ponytail on the top of my head, but I forgot to scrape it back, so I had a weird parting and it looked really dumb.

So, annoyed, I bent over to start shaking out my hair, in the hopes of my ponytail being better.

I paused, suddenly, looked up at the sink and myself in the mirror and thought, "Am I dreaming by any chance?"

I didn't think to actually do a reality check, because I've only just started wondering about dreaming while in a dream. Hopefully reality checks will come soon.

Anyway, I decided I wasn't ready and continued to... get ready for it... prepare for my Glee performance. I was Rachel Berry. Oh yeah. I missed that level of dreamsigns.

I remember something about missing the van to regionals as well, but it's all faded now.

I was supposed to be helping change six baby diapers. The other person was complaining because someone they knew put the things that belonged to each baby in a bag and pinned it to the inside of the playpen.

Note: The rest of what happened in this night consists of dream fragments. There are several fragments here, and I am listing them all together.

*The Simpsons*
I was watching an episode of the Simpsons on television. Bart Simpson was sitting in his bedroom working on some kind of a computer. He was laughing as he typed things in. The scene shifted to the Simpsons living room. Suddenly I was sitting on the couch between Homer and Lisa. Marge was in the kitchen doing something, Maggie was on the floor sucking her pacifier, Santa's Little Helper was curled up and sleeping, I had Snowball II on my lap purring. I watched the news. Kent Brockman was giving the news.

"So rest assured, my fellow alcoholics," Brockman said, "The next shipment of beer is already on its way. In other news… uh… you really want me to read that?! Ok… not that this is news… everyone knows that… alright! I'm reading it! In other news, Homer Simpson's butt has been assigned its own zip code, and is now officially known as the largest ass in the world. Better watch out if that one farts! Hahaha… um… you don't seriously want me to do that, do you? But seriously… Alright! Yes, I want to keep my job!" Brockman climbed up on the news desk, turned his back to the camera, dropped his pants, bent over, started mooning the camera and bobbing his butt in rhythm to My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas… "My butt… my butt… is smaller than Homer's butt… My ass… my ass… would fit up Homer's ass…"

Homer was getting madder and madder. He finally turned off the television and went upstairs to Bart's room. Lisa and I were following, looking to see the train wreck about to happen up there. Homer barged into Bart's room and snatched the laptop device from Bart, telling him it is wrong to mess with the news and to stop making that poor reporter look like a fool… Homer took the device and went back downstairs. He set the device on the coffee table. He watched the news a bit more, it was the weather… and then went back to Kent Brockman. Homer kept looking sideways at the laptop. He finally picked it up and started typing on it and laughing like a kid.

"And today in sports," Brockman was saying, "… uh… come on, people, seriously? Alright, alright… Highlights in sports today include a new contest that is all the rage here in Springfield. The person to drop the most scorpions down Ned Flanders' pants will receive a special trophy commemorating the length of time it takes before Flanders is able to sit without pain."

"Hey, Homer!" Bart said, having just come downstairs, "How come you get to play with it and I don't?!" Insert canned laughter here…

*Nexus of Worlds*
I was in a hallway. I was walking down the hallway, and I could see there were doors on both sides of the hall. All of the doors looked the same, and the hall appeared to go both ways from where I was without any sign of ending. It looked like a typical office hallway. But there was no end in sight. I walked down the halls for a ways and looked at one of the doors. I wondered where all of them went. I opened a door and found myself staring out into the vastness of space. Stars, a distant galaxy, a comet flew by… and amazingly there was no pressure change, I didn't get pulled out into the vacuum… I closed the door and went to the next one. It opened into a human rainforest. There was something in the trees approaching fast… I closed the door. Another door led to a raging flame. Was the building on fire now? I shut the door and kept going… Another door led to a scorched desert… the next to a cave… and the next to… waking up.

*Book of Darkness*
I was in my bedroom. I was lucid. I was sitting on my bed looking at what appeared to be an ancient book. The book was locked closed tight. I wanted to get the book open. I looked at the book very closely. I was looking for some kind of keyhole or lock that was keeping the latches in place. I couldn't find one. I wondered how I could possibly get it open… I played with the latches a bit, but it was getting nowhere. I thought maybe I could ask Q. When I thought of him, Q appeared as if I had summoned him. He looked at the latches. He said those were energy locks. They would only be released with a certain energy flow. I wondered what the book would want… I tried to use a flow of stable dark energy to prove I could control that energy once I had it. The book vibrated in my hands but didn't open. I tried light energy, to show the book I had not given myself completely to darkness… the book vibrated some more, but nothing else happened. I thought maybe I had to use both dark and light… show I can control dark but hadn't gone completely over to it. The book was vibrating quite violently now. Was it going to unlock? Would I finally see inside? I got so excited I woke myself up… Damn!

*Criminal Mindlessness*
I was in the living room of a house I didn't recognize. I looked around. It was a very nice looking home, although it was a bit cluttered. There were kids' toys around, a couple of game systems plugged in to a big screen TV, some of the games lying around, a half finished glass of soda on one of the end tables. I wondered where I was and how I had gotten there… I was about to sneak back out before I got in trouble when I heard a scream from the basement. I headed down the stairs to the basement. The basement was an unfinished basement, with the wall beams still visible. There were people tied tightly to those beams… five of them, all naked and gagged. A man, a woman, and three kids that looked to be around 4, 8, and 12 years old. The youngest one was crying openly, it was a little girl. The 8 year old was also a girl, the 12 year old was a boy. There was a large and ugly man pacing in front of the people. There was a pile of charcoal around each of the prisoners. And the man wasn't just pacing… he was squirting something at the coals… it was lighter fluid. The psycho took out a match and prepared to set the charcoal ablaze. All of those details had really only taken me a second to see, and that was all I needed to see…

"Hey!" I yelled to get the asshole's attention, "Why don't you pick on someone who can fight back?"

"Ahhh," the man said as he smiled at me, "More fun." He threw the match into the charcoal. The coals didn't burst into flames as I had expected, the flames stayed buried in the coals. The coals were heating up to red hot, and the heat from the coals was burning the people's feet and lower legs. The people were screaming through their gags and struggling pointlessly against their bonds. The man said the music of their screams was perfect for killing to. He came towards me, he was muttering about what he was going to do to me… cut me apart? Let me burn with the others? He said he would have to be inventive with someone foolish enough to walk in on his play time. He said I was making him all hard, so that was the first thing he wanted… he came towards me rather quickly considering his size. He reached out for me and I easily dodged to the side. I wondered what I was going to do now that I had his attention… if only I had a weapon… but then I did! Out of nowhere a sword appeared in my hand. Awesome! I didn't know where it had come from, but it would do great. The man looked quite shocked… and that was also how he looked when he died. Shocked, as my sword ran him through the chest. I went to get the people free. It was a nasty setup. The coals below their feet were smoldering and putting off a lot of heat which was burning their feet and legs badly. They weren't tied to the beams with rope… they were tied tightly there with barbed wire! The barbs were digging into the prisoner's skin in many places. I scattered the coals from their feet first… then I found a wire cutters and cut them free as carefully as I could. The woman seemed oblivious to her wounds as she grabbed each of her children and then her husband in relief that they were all still alive. She then came over and hugged me tightly, thanking me for showing up at the right time. I thought their wounds must be very painful… I was wishing I could do healing IWL. I was thinking about Voices from the Macross Plus soundtrack. The song played… I sang it… and their wounds healed! Wow! Maybe if I wanted it badly enough, magic would work for me IWL! But that hope was crushed when I woke.