dream fragment

I'm Dean Winchester (again), and we're on a hunt. We have to go through Lady Gaga videos frame by frame. Apparently there's a reason for the scene in "Bad Romance" where she's crying.

Also, I had the song stuck on a loop in my head after waking up. Ugh.

Lady Gaga. Scare Factor: 10!

Okay, 2. Scare Factor: 2.

A dream occurs on two levels of reality. In one, the cast and crew of Supernatural go about their daily business of making an awesome TV show. In another, I go about my daily business of building houses. This gets confusing when suddenly I'm Misha Collins, calmly vacuuming up sawdust in the basement while a highly amusing PA briefs me on whatever they're doing next. Also, a suspended ceiling puts itself together in the writer's room and the baseboards I've been staring at for the last few days drift in and out of existence at eye-level.

shift

I'm in a den, or a living room, and I think this was a mall a second ago. Everything is in dark shades of brown and black. I'm sitting on a brown leather couch facing a wide-screen TV, and along the opposite wall is a set of dark-stained table and chairs. Beyond the table is another room, which is completely white. Right now, it might be a kitchen, but it's about to turn into a slaughterhouse.

I have my laptop open on the couch, though I'm not paying much attention to what I'm looking at. I move over to the table when a ten-year-old boy wants to flip through the channels on the TV, looking for his favorite cartoon. When I look back, he's pulling up a page on another laptop, which is a list of his favorite cartoons, put together by his dad. A static image of one of the characters shows up on a projector behind the couch, and I start drawing it.

It's later. A team of vigilantes/ex-minions have found out what's really going into the meat made by this factory. They/we are standing around the owner, backing him into the white room. The boy* is wearing some kind of Kickass-style costume like the others in the room, and is staring at his father with an incredibly detached expression.

*I wouldn't worry about the little sociopath. I get the feeling that the vigilantes are all puppets on a string to him.


Practically the Antichrist.

Two men grab the owner and force him toward the wall. He's shouting at them and struggling to get away, but when his back hits the wall, it latches onto him and forces him down a tube. I drift through the wall, and I can see the human sized plastic tunnel he's trapped in. Pistons are forcing the right side of his body, as he's alive and screaming, against the meat grinder. His right arm, part of his leg, and the edge of his scalp have been torn apart by the machine when I see his expression shift, angry but resigned, and the machine eats into his brain.

He probably wishes he'd designed the machine to kill its victims less horrifically, I muse. A straight-razor, perhaps? The machine rearranges itself on my whim, and I wonder if cutting the throat upside-down or right-side-up would be more effective.

Three women are standing in the same room, which, maybe, is supposed to be a different place entirely? They talk about the dead owner's eldest daughter, who has sworn revenge on us/them for killing her father, his right hand man, his lieutenants, the captain who exported the shipments, the cleaning lady, and possibly me, considering I'm short of a body at the moment. Also, for kidnapping her little brother, who I'm half-sure started the coup anyway.

They laugh a little and say they have to get back to camp, so they jump out of the building and land on the ice of a half-frozen river, and start speeding down it as if they're on a slide. I have to keep nudging them closer to shore so their momentum won't carry them out onto the middle of the river, which is slushy and wouldn't hold their weight.

One person crashes into the slush anyway. No one pays attention, and I have no idea if s/he gets out alive.

The women arrive at a rocky shore where a bunch of colourful tents are set up. No one brought chairs, so someone fetches pillows for the half-frozen trio to sit on, and blankets to keep them warm. I, still incorporeal, follow the guy who gets them and see a whole pile of pillows lying on the ground.

Oh, and someone's getting married.

Soylent Green. Scare Factor: 3.5. Reaction: Lucidity, you escape me. And the meat grinder thing was pretty fucked up, too.

ETA: Oh! I know! I know! It was green, and had a giant lizard's head and sharp teeth that changed direction to spiral inwards and then fan out, and I knew I was dreaming because all of my dreams are just that fucking insane.

I can feel it nudge up against me, feel its scales and warm breath as it bumps its nose against my shoulder, and I'm not afraid because I know this is a dream...

And that's all I remember.

I'm wandering around a casino parking lot, looking for my car. Two other people are there, one of whom I met at a first aid course a couple weeks ago. The other one might be my friend Miranda. I think I spot my car, but it turns out it belongs to Mel, the first aid girl. It looks remarkably similar to my car until I realize that the plates don't match. My plates are --- ---, I remember with perfect clarity. Also, she parked rather crazily, and apparently I consider myself the better driver. We then find my dad's car close by. Maybe I drove this one? No.

Making out with a girl in a bathroom.

Having a conversation on another forum about whether I can be considered bisexual if I'm pansexual. Um... yes.

Dude, Where's My Car? Scare Factor: 1. Reaction: There goes a dream-sign.

Using characters from Fox and the Hound. I think the hunter is my father. I'm walking around our property, noticing that some areas are places you really shouldn't be hunting around.

Henry Spencer from Psych takes over the role of father. He's giving me a lift via boat to some point on the lake. Promises me lessons in something or other. I'm writing out a list/schedule for training.

The devil is sabotaging our bet by making my workouts easier. I notice every once in a while that the machines are on an easier setting than they're supposed to be.

The Devil, Oddly. Scare Factor: 2.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

13.06.2010

Humans for Vampires, Apparently (Non-lucid)

Fragments...

Spike (from Buffy the Vampire Slayer) got stabbed in the stomach. I was crying and helping him along. We got to my sister's house, I banged on the door. When we went inside, there was Edward (from Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter) with a weapon concealed as some household item (like an umbrella). He's crouched down and looking antsy. He's not happy with me barging in.

Earlier...I walked up to Spike, and when he turned around I saw that he was all pale(r than normal) and looked sick. I joked to him that 'he was still attractive though'. He started burning/blistering in the sunlight, though it wasn't that bright and we were under the shadow of a roof thing. Maybe that's when I saw he had a stab wound?

'Oops, I Did it Again' by Britney Spears was playing in McDonalds at some point. What's the McDonald dreams???

We (me and ?) were chasing after a woman who'd apparently caused this. Think we saw her at an airport. She was a mix of anime and real life and it was curious who she seemed out of place, and reminds me of Lum from Lum Invader (pictured above, only taller, older and deep green, shiny hair).

She/the enemy was sorry and sowed up Spike's wound in apology.

Notes: I don't actually find Spike attractive, so that remark was interesting. I haven't heard that song in forever either. And this is my second McDonalds dream...is it because of APH or is my subconscious is just craving Mickey D's? XP

-We put our book project on Youtube after we refined it.

-I had a couple of friends over and while they were in the bathroom (together...) I played Für Elise on the piano. It didn't sound right.

-I was doing a report about the Akashic (sp?) Records for school.

-I was in a spaceship and I found the zero gravity to be very amusing. I was doing backflips off the walls. People around me were getting annoyed with my joy.

Wikifragment

Just a fragment from during the night.

I was editing Wikipedia... that's it.

Basecamp / The Big Stick

One dream, two distinct scenes. I remembered nothing until I saw a Coca-Cola advert on TV a few hours after getting up and since it featured in the dream, I was able to remember what I think is all of it, or nearly all of it.

PART 1 - Basecamp

I awoke in a pitch black tent. People were entering the tent stealthy. I sensed danger. There were three of them. All of a sudden one of them was coming at me. I pulled a pistol, not sure where from, and shot him point blank in the head as he came up on me.

With one down I saw that the other two were going for two men sleeping in the tent. I shot both the attackers without hesitation. Startled, the two sleeping men were now awake and scrambling around in the dark.

On the floor there were two more pistols. I handed one to each of them. We proceeded to leave the tent, them following behind me. It seemed I was in some kind of military camp. There were tents all around and a perimeter fence.

We moved to the back of the tent so as to be along the perimeter. The ground was raised and the fence was pretty tall. The raised ground provided good cover as we silently moved around the perimeter towards the exit/entrance.

On the other side of the fence there were soldiers of some kind marching. We tried to remain hidden as we moved. Upon reaching the entrance we waited for the soldiers to enter. It seemed clear. I lead the other two men out...

We must have been caught, because the next thing I knew I was back in the camp. It was light. I was talking to the guy in charge. I recognised him as an ally of some kind. He asked me what had happened to the camp. I didn't trust him, sensing he and his men had betrayed us -- whoever "us" was.

He said I should eat and drink something. He brought me to a large white tent. Inside there were lots of people, but they weren't soldiers, the were civilians. There were tables of food in the tent, and the sides were lined with free-standing shelving units also full of food.

I looked for something to drink. All I could see were some cans of coke. I walked over to them. There were six in total. Two regular, two diet, one coke zero, and one cherry coke.

It was this that I initially recalled when watching the coke advert on TV.

I picked the cherry coke. I remember thinking that I don't really like Coca-Cola and would much rather have a Dr. Pepper or Pepsi.

Next I looked for something to eat. There were shelves full of small glass pots, like you'd find sandwich spreads in. I wanted a sandwich but couldn't see any on the tables and shelves. I saw a woman eating one and asked where she got it. She pointed to a seemingly empty shelving unit in the corner.

I looked and saw that there were only four sandwiches left. Damn. They were all either turkey or chicken, I couldn't tell. I don't eat chicken that I haven't cooked myself so I didnt want to take one. I was starving though, so I picked one up.

I get sick easily if my food isn't so-so. The scene then changed, or at least that's all I remember until...

PART 2 - The Big Stick

I had sold a big stick on Ebay. It was about 20ft long, 2" wide, and a 1/4" thick. It was plastic and quite flexible. For some reason I had to hand deliver the item to the buyer. Not only that but I had to carry it through a nearby town centre.

I was walking through the town centre holding the stick thing vertically. I had to pass through a small shopping centre. It was easy enough because the ceilings are so high. However, I then had to pass through a videogame shop to exit.

In reality no such shop exists. I don't know why I couldn't go through the normal exit.

The shop was very cramped. There were kids everywhere. I had to carry the stick thing horizontally. I kept knocking things over and bumping in to things. The stick broke! Damn. I decided to go home.

Back at home I emailed to buyer telling them I had broken it. They said it didn't matter and they could repair it. I got the sense now that it was some kind of video storage medium that worked like an old fashioned film reel, but was obviously a stick...

Weird, but that's dreams I guess.

13.06.2010

Restless Night Was Restless (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID







Fragment: It's The Throat, I Swear

★☆☆☆☆

I'm apologizing to those around me for my terrible singing. Coughing, I blame it on my sore throat.

Fragment: Warriors For Hire

★☆☆☆☆

Warriors are needed for some kind of job or task. I can't help but thinking of Raven, MoSh, Nomad, and the rest of the gang.

Fragment: The End of the Beginning of the End that Started it All

★☆☆☆☆

On a certain day, at a specific time, in a definite place, good would be pit against evil in a battle for the world's soul, or something like that. It turned out to be much more small scale than that, though.

Dream: Horsing Around

★★★☆☆

Enjoying a fun game of HvZ, I soon discover three prized horses have been stolen! We put the game on pause and begin tracking them down. I end up finding them in, and I quote, "One of my favorite HvZ hiding places," which turned out to be a broken down silo. Sending out a mass text, I joined the horde as we converged upon the silo, surrounding the thieves and blocking all escape routes.

Confronting them, I use my TK to pull them and their saddles off the horses and into the water. One is a friend of my girlfriend and thinks my girlfriend is responsible for the TK antics, so I just keep letting them believe that as I screw with them some more.

Eventually we return the horses and strap permanent saddles on them covered in nails to prevent future theft.

Dream: New Music

★★☆☆☆

A bunch of "famous" musicians have invited me to join an experimental band they were forming. Accepting their invitation, I got to emulate playing Bass and Drums at the same time using a very odd instrument. The music we ended up producing drew elements from Indie, Metal, and Classic Rock, and actually sounded really good.

I was skateboarding down a street. Someone said something about another someone going to University of Wisconsin. My friend Sam calls me to find out who, but I'm busy Skateboarding. I get onto the Highway ad switch to Rollerblades (Which I DO know how to ride)

1. I'm reading a comic targeted at bass players, in some world where music is much more prevalent than it is here. Tabs are printed in comics like the one I'm reading, and the lessons show different famous groups' interpretations of the same song (Thelonious Monk's ensemble, as an example). The other page of the comic has parody scenes of real world comics, including a Peanuts parody in which Snoopy is preparing for anal sex. There are words printed, so I fail that reality check chance.

2. I see, in sequence, two car accidents. The first is horrible and flaming, but the only other spectators are a car of punk kids wearing sunglasses at night. They deem the chaos "awesome," and their dad, driving in the front seat, cries behind his own sunglasses. Secondly, I come across another flaming crash. This time, I go to help, but the passengers (all women) are unhurt and manage to walk out easily, disdaining my efforts to help.

Had a hard time getting to bed and was stressed (realized I had to get up real early again to go somewhere), so I think that effected my dream recall this morning. I woke up a lot buuut.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

12.06.2010

Akai Kami (Non-lucid)

Fragment: There was someone with red hair...

Fragments 1 (Non-lucid)

Keywords: Big cauldron, future self, Harry Potter

Fragment 2 (Non-lucid)

Fragments: Flying enemies in the sky, McDonalds

The Chase (Non-lucid)

Lithuania (hair up) and Liechtenstein (from Axis Powers Hetalia) chasing after a big disk thing. It was outdoor on like, a hill with grass and sidewalk/stairs.

$okane$ (Non-lucid)

Money - I was putting bills (my own I believe) in my purse.

Originally Posted by r2d2651

15.01.2010

Pill In Food (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I very vaguely remember putting a pill in some food and then eating it...

Originally Posted by r2d2651

27.11.2009

The Talent Show-Candy Store Mashup! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Fragment 1: I was outside with a bunch of other kids I think there was a parking lot and there was a building. Brian Branstetter Tried to beat me up or kill me after all the other kids went inside. I get a couple of good hits in and get away. It is daylight and the grass is green.

Fragment 2: There is some kind of talent show going on and there is a very long platform sticking out from a ledge in the building. Kids walk onto the platform and Drew Draper did gymnastics. I found myself in mom's car and I asked if I had a black eye where Brian punched me she said yes...

Fragment 3: I end up in some sort of store. Devin Griggs is working there with someone else. There is some kind of contest going on I think it's trivia or a search the store thing. I ask Devin about the contest and he said with a smile as he shook his head no "I'm not gonna tell ya." There are glass counters much like the ones in arcades you redeem your tickets for prizes at with candy in them. Devin and the other guy are selling candy but as he was talking to me Devin was outside the counter while the other guy was behind it.

Caitlin bought 3 or 4 red gum balls and then rolled them down a miniature roller coaster for gumballs on the floor. Later I bought green twisted sticks with gummy stuff inside from and old guy.

Fragment 4: I was in the school bathroom I think the floors where red tiles like sections of floor at the mall. I was in front of a urinal with some kid to my right and Chance to my left. My [expletive] was like a foot long and I had an [expletive]. I said "Chance look!" He refused several times...

This isn't as complete as it should be, considering my memory is impaired from copious amounts of booze. Anyway:

Dream takes place in some sort of fetish cheerleader movie, where the main character is a sweet, dumb, and large-breasted girl. I find that by pricking myself anywhere on my body, I develop a black PVC skin over that area.

Seems like I've been sleeping a lot deeper lately. Usually I'm a light sleeper, and will awaken at the slightest thing. This is making it very difficult to WBTB properly. At least my recall was better last night!

1- Dream Journaling (fragment)
I am writing down some keywords from a dream I just had. It seems like it was a very interesting dream...

2- Waiting in the Rain
((Why is this underline green???)) I am in my classroom, when the bell rings. Yay, time to leave! I run down the hallway and am halfway to the door when I realize that I left all my stuff in the classroom. Oh no, I'm going to miss the bus... I run back and grab my stuff, and when I get outside I am relieved to see that I haven't been left.

Later, Steven and I are waiting outside an abandoned building for our dad. It is pouring down rain and extremely uncomfortable. I wish he'd hurry the hell up... FINALLY he arrives, after the rain has already stopped. We are walking down a path behind the building, and come out near a corn field where a motorcycle gang is having a meeting. I am feeling reckless and want to go join them, but my dad says we'd better steer clear. I end up walking through the corn field before returning to the path.

We are now in a car, driving through a really beautiful (and obviously rich) estate. There is so much to see! Gargoyles perch atop the buildings, and glittering fountains gurgle in the courtyards. I keep telling my dad to slow down, that I want to see everything. We pass by a sign that says Amethyst Labyrinth. I know that I must come back here to explore one day.

3- Hospital
((Hm, this one's black like it's supposed to be.)) I am visiting someone in the hospital with a bunch of people I don't know. We get on the elevator, press the button, and... WHOOSH!!!! The thing flies to our floor at an such an incredible speed that I fall over. Holy cow... They must need these elevators to get emergency patients up to the operating room or something.

Later, I am going back down. I make it into the elevator, but the door shuts before the rest of my people can get on. Oh well, they'll have to catch the next one. A little boy is in there with me, and he looks scared to death. "Which floor?" I ask him.

"Five and ten," he answers.

How can he be going to two different floors? I press both of the buttons anyway, as well as the ground floor. The thing immediately shoots way up to the tenth floor as I hold onto the railing for dear life. The little boy is screaming his head off. "I'm going to have to go through this two more times," I think with annoyance.

4- Pit Possum Man
I am taking care of a small possum. Eventually it turns into a pit bull, but it still has the same tail. The thing is fairly aggressive, and the whole time I'm trying to teach it to be more pleasant. At the end, it becomes a man with very little clothing, resembling Tarzan. (And yet again, he still has that possum tail.)

My nose starts to run, because it is cold and rainy. I sniff rather loudly. "What's that?" the possum man asks me.

"What's what?"

He sniffs, imitating me.

"Oh. I had snot running out my nose."

((LOL The conversation got even worse after that, but I won't go there.))

5- Texting (fragment)
I get a text message from a person who I'd rather not hear from. Oh no, not HER. I text back, "The only reason you're so upset is because you KNOW I'm right. You secretly want to change, but you don't know how."