dream fragment

Curled up for a nap, mostly just trying to work on better dream recall and making myself write them down - and being more attentive to my dreams. Cat curled up with me, and when I kept starting to feel myself doze, of course she would rub on my hand for attention, waking me back up....so eventually I just gave up my usual mantra of "I am going to sleep. I am going to dream. I am going to remember my dreams," and rolled over to take a real nap.

I am in my old house in New York, the 2 story one. I am on a cell phone with my father...which should have clued me in that I was dreaming, as we didn't have cell phones when I lived there. I remember trying to convince him of something, while my step-mother and boyfriend are running around the house, moving things. For some reason she was trying to put a set of drawers inside another one, and pad it with blankets. She was being very high strung, which is par for the course, and I was trying to relate this to my father. When I would talk, he said he was having a hard time hearing me, and I spent most of the dream frustrated with trying to convey the situation over the phone. At one point, I became convinced that he was not paying attention, and apparently thought that whistling through a straw at the phone would fix that... Thankfully, my alarm woke me up from this nonsensical dream to go on with the evening.

I had three dreams that I remembered last night. It took me a while to get to a place to write though, so I only have one for in here.

I was playing basketball with my friend Kayla from elementary and high school. We were on the roof of a building. There was a bunch of basket ball courts. All the basketball courts were separated by this sturdy see through netting. It also went around the roof. I think it was so the ball didn't go off the roof.

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.