memorable

It was the beginning of a nightmare - I walked out of my bedroom to find my school janitor, Frank, and another older man I don't recognise standing in my back room. He was old, with greying hair and a beard, wearing tattered clothing. They were walking really, really slowly. I was confused and scared, I went to tell dad.

I found him in the office sitting on his computer. "Dad, Frank is in the back room!... wait, why would frank be in the back room... I must be dreaming!" I didn't RC, I was sure I was dreaming and the only thing on my mind was making this DC disappear.

I went to the kitchen and looked at the back room, the second older man was gone but Frank remained and he was MAD. He started to throw knives at me, but I dodged them all. I picked one up and threw it weakly at him, it didn't even reach him. I then picked up 2 or 3 knives with telekenesis and launched them at him, lodging them in his chest. He didn't even flinch. I went out to the back room and we started having a fist fight, but my hits were doing nothing to him. I grabbed a water bottle and poured water all over the floor and proceeded to gather it all onto Frank and freeze it. He kept moving, walking towards me, and I made it colder and colder and colder. Finally, I punched him in the jaw with a right hook and shattered parts of his chin.

We then, stopped. I can't remember why, but Frank was gone even though I didn't win; I knew he could have overpowered me. I looked back over the counter and there stood a man who looked a lot like Morgan Freeman, writing in a notepad, he had an angry presence about him, and disappeared. I then started to think about my lucid goals, right! DG! Find my DG, find my DG. I took off a jumper I was wearing, and while it was over my head, in the blackness of the dream I decided to try and teleport. I wanted to go to Hawaii, so I pictured a beach, with me standing next to the water, and a sailing boat floating by.

My teleportation wasn't successful, I didn't get an image to form around me like I had hoped. I thought about how I could meditate in this darkness, this void, just floating in nothingness for a long, long time. I was rushed though, I didn't want the dream to fade. I finished taking off my jumper and ended up lying on the floor of the kitchen. I stood up and the dream started to fade.

I tried to DEILD, and awoke to two REALLY loud barking noises.

My recall of this dream isn't as vivid as i would like it to have been, but the dream itself was incredibly vivid.

I was helping someone I just met complete some sort of goal. I didn't know who they were, but I decided to help them anyway - they seemed pretty genuine. He was probably around 14-15, with blonde hair and defined features. We went on some sort of Metal Gear Solid style adventure in some sort of chinese village to help figure out the secret behind the recent shortage of cucumbers. It was believed that the cucumbers had been poisoned and so they had to recall massive amounts of cucumber stock - but this was not the case.

We went to a store which reminded me a lot of the local Go-Lo and talked to a woman in her mid 20's about it, and she said she'd demonstrate and asked for a lighter. Confused, I pulled out my lighter (er, what? I dont carry one) and handed it to her. She took a massive bite of a cucumber and spat it at the flame of the lighter, creating a giant fireball! That explains why they recalled them!

We went to the middle of China Town, and found my friend's dad, who helped us find our way. I have a memory of running around here very fast, and not realising I was disturbing those around me. Jeremy's dad showed us that we had to walk slowly and bow in respect to everyone we passed. We got to a bridge, where I bowed to an asian man sitting at a table I swear I've seen in a cafe in my dreams before. We crossed the bridge slowly - but it was different this time, it was a zig-zag shape. We made it through and made our way to the graveyard, where we were to open a casket right in the middle to find out the secret behind the cucumber.

We walked carefully around the perimeter of the site. The casket was in the middle of a sort of digging site, with dirt piled high all around it and the casket alone in the middle. We were almost at the center when someone grabbed us - Solid Snake!?

'What are you two kids doing disturbing the ___(cant remember) festival?'
We questioned him about the festival, and at one point he seemed embarrassed about it. I'm not entirely sure what happened after this, I believe we might have solved the case, and the last thing I remember was playing minecraft - something about my body and arms being made out of minecraft materials.

My friend, forcee says that last night he had a dream with this same boy in it, he matches the description perfectly. Interesting, if this was a dreamshare, it'd be great to find out who it was!

OK, so this is my first dream journal entry. Yest it took me 4 years to actually find something so interesting that I felt the desire to jot it down on this community. Last night I was just going about my Business sleeping away and entered sp when I finally entered my dream I was in a new world unlike anything I have ever dreamed of before. It was so very vivid at the same time abstract in structure, a world of floating squares of land I have never thought were possible. I usually am still, no am always still in my bedroom to start. This was a complex world of Picasso quality. (And when I dream of abstract stuff it's never vivid or real. This was both!) This was amazing, the physics were almost completely different to my own dreams. I jumped from square to square and felt the wind. Nothing can describe this place it was too amazing to comprehend I created it. Every square had colorful birds that would disappear and reappear, their feathers had an electric feeling hard to describe. I had no control of any of them. I realized the ones that diapered would reaper with the same distinct coolers, and they did not vanish when I looked away and cleared my mind like living things always do for me. When I got farther up I realized their was an Mid air ocean, and a moon. I heard a voice say wake, and I did. But I sure do want to remember this dream, that land, and those birds. What beautiful coolers some of them had to most amazing blue imaginable.

Okay, so I had this one a really long time ago, and only remembered snippets of it in the first place. But for some reason while I was reading my friends' latest dreams, I remembered this, and so I wanna record what I can so I don't forget it completely.

It was a really epic dream, and it felt like it lasted a long time. At one point I think I was God, or something. All I remember is: 1) Something about being in a city and being decapitated by my friends, then being the friends and trying to hide 'my' body by wrapping it in plastic wrap and burying it somewhere. The city was like on fire/collapsing and everyone was dying. When it turned into a third person view, everyone turned on each other and started cutting off their friends' heads, like that would save them or something. 2) Eventually the view zoomed out so I could see the whole world. Like I said before, I felt all powerful, like I was the one ending the world. For some reason Earth had no gravity. I don't know how to describe this, but people were grabbing onto the edge of the world (even though it's a circle), holding on for dear life, but eventually they all fell off and died. Some people let go willingly. I remember one of the last people to fall off was a 'friend', one of the people who killed 'me', but she let go on purpose. (A good way of describing this scene: Titanic, when the boat is completely vertical. Except the boat is now the world. And some people want to die.) 3) Now I am most definitely God. I watch the city-world burn down. Volcanoes erupt and cover the world in magma. When it hardens the world is brown, then black and dark. Everything is on fast forward, so the time lapse here is like millions of years, but it goes by super fast. This last part there's no way of describing. It's like trying to explain to a blind person what a color looks like, damn near impossible. But, as God, I watched all the colors be created. At the end of this, the visible colors formed a rainbow (don't ask what I mean by 'visible'). Something happened with the rainbow that again, i can't describe, but afterwards everything was in color. 4) After the freaky color thing was over, water and plants came back. It was like I was starting the world over. I started to make an amoeba type thing (well, watch it be made, but it felt like I was doing it). Then the dream ended.

I am riding in the car with my mom, brother, sister, and aunt. We're going to the park to pick apples. Suddenly, I have a vision which lasts maybe 2 seconds before fading away. It is of some sort of goddess-type being. She is not really a goddess, maybe a minor deity. She is young, has long blue hair, and was wearing a blue and white dress. She is floating in front of the car and sort of going at the same pace as us. She is very large (not overweight), kind of like is you scaled up a regular person to two-and-a-half or three times the height, keeping the rest proportional. She is also two dimensional, and kind of tilted backwards, so that the top of her recedes a little because it's farther away. She is holding up one arm, in a pose that is vaguely similar to the statue of liberty holding her torch, except my spirit is more expressive and joyful in her pose. Her facial expression is kind of complex. Her mouth is open a little, indicating that she is full of joyful wonder, but also that she is shocked and upset, and she exudes something like fear or caution. Anyway, she's holding up her hand as if she is holding a torch or something, only nothing is in her hand. I know that she is supposed to be holding an apple, so I realize that she is warning me that the park we're going to won't have apples. I express concern aloud (not referring to my vision, just saying that I'm worried that there won't be any apples) and suggest that we go to a different park, but my aunt overrules me.

Then, my brother says a phrase of three nonsense words. We're trying to figure out what he is talking about, and my aunt says, "it's like a test of star wars knowledge (the flavor of it was that it was a question that had started out as a riddle one star wars fan had posed to another, but sort of became a stock phrase star wars fans would pull out to indicate their hardcoreness, and to see if anyone else knew what they were talking about, so it sort of became a greeting between star wars fans.) The question is, 'do you know what kind of apple they ate on (such-and-such a planet, don't remember the name)?'" Then she turned to me and said, "You know, right?" I was horrified that someone would suspect me of having such knowledge. I said nothing and sort of retreated into myself, thinking about the goddess.

Dream #1 of the Night:
I am up in bed reading at around 1:00AM. Suddenly I hear the front door in my house open and slam shut. I am terrified and begin to scan my room for a weapon but I can't find one and settle on using a sharp pencil on my bedside table. I open my bedroom door and see a young boy sitting Indian style in the hallway. I am taken aback and attempt to stab the palm of his hand. This doesn't hurt him. I notice he is fiddling with a pencil himself. I realize that he is glowing slightly blue and I now understand that he is a ghost and become frightened again. I quickly start asking hi)m questions without giving him time to answer until I come to my last question, "are you a good guy or a bad guy?" He looks at me, reluctant to answer. I am uneasy knowing that he looks so reluctant, so I shout to my parents to help me yell and him to get out of the house and never return. I look back and he is gone.
(I woke up after this, I consider this dream a nightmare as I am frightened of ghosts, especially ghosts of children.)

Dream #2 of the Night:
I go to my ex's house, "N," to collect some of my things. I have so many things there that it is taking me a long time to get them all together. Without notice, people start to show up and Nate whispers to me to hurry up before I embarrass him. People keep showing up and we start to have a party with a lot of smoking. I try to play a game of cards with N and a few others but the game never starts. Later, I go outside and see little boys all around my car. The were out to get me and had placed a bunch of empty juice containers on my car to somehow "get to me." I shoo them away. Even later, the party is over and I am still at N's, kneeling over a dying man. He doesn't want my help so I do the best I can to help anyway and call "Dr. Quantum" to come to the house and tend to the man. When the Dr. shows up and the dying man realizes it is Dr. Quantum, he is suddenly better and stands up. He proceeds to rant to Dr. Quantum about how the doctor owes him money.

Dream Notes

the first dream i remember very few things.
Memory spore cloud, fringe,

At some point in this next dream I wake up for a second and go back to sleep. I close my eyes and concentrate the world back into existence. Then I held my thought and the world grew sharper and more solid. Then I imagined waving my hand in front of my face. Then I fell out of lucidity back into the dream.

I am a member of a gang of three. We are at my father's house which is being terrorized by a large brown bear. The bear has locked itself in my old bedroom. We have no weapons and I am carrying a table lamp like a crude club.

I hear a loud snap and a familiar meow from over in the dining room. I find my cat oscar trapped in a very large mouse trap with a slice of american cheese. I set Oscar free of the trap and make sure he's not too badly hurt. I hold him up in front of me under the cat armpits and tell him not to play with mouse traps. He meows at me. I set him down and he scampers away.

I am startled by the sound of a gunshot. One of my team now has a double barreled shot gun. I ask him where he got it and he just looks at me funny.

My father comes in the room to tell me that the UPS man has come and is outside. I go outside and see two men in brown suits rooting through a UPS truck. I tell them that I am fighting a bear in the house and ask them if they have a weapon or a gun they can spare me. The guy says sure and gives me what I think at first is a hand gun but when I look at it again I see that it's some kind of cattle prod shock stick. It's a shiny metal black stick about 2 and a half feet long with an orange rubber grip near the middle and a dull rubber handle with a white button. I push the button and hear the crackle of a stun gun. I say thank you and head back inside the house.

My dad and the rest of the team are sitting around the kitchen table drinking cups of coffee. I ask them what the hell is going on and what happened to the bear. They respond that the bear is still in my room. I show them the stun gun, say grab the shot gun and we all move over to where the bear is. I kick the door to my room open and hit the bear with the shocker. The bear roars and I scream and I am being shocked too. I look at my hands and see that I'm not holding the orange safety grip but rather the front of the gun. I can't stop shooting the thing because if I do the bear will get me.

I move my left hand firmly onto the orange safety grip and lead the bear out into the living room. I yell "Shoot the fucking thing!" The guys and my father are sitting around the coffee table, drinking coffee and eating small cookies. I freak out. "what the fuck is going on?! Kill the goddamn bear!"

They look really surprised. One guy reaches for his shotgun and when he fires it, the safety is on. He turns the safety off and fires again. The gun is unloaded. The bear hits me in the face and runs down the hallway through my dad's bathroom into his bedroom.

We go into the bathroom and there is an FBI agent sitting fully clothed in a Full Tub of warm water. He tells me to calm down, that everything is under control. The bear is Roaring in the next room. I am pissed off. I ask him why hasn't law enforcement done anything about this bear.

He tells me to watch my mouth before he starts checking into my record.

I say, oh great, you are going to check my record instead of helping me get this fucking bear.

Then I wake up.

My dream recall is still quite bad, but from time to time I still have a vivid lucid fortunately.

I wake up.
I'm in bed at my parents place, and immediately I notice that something feels completely off.
I get up and investigate my surroundings.
Most of my stuff is missing. I used to have a tv here, and an old computer I turned into a fileserver.
All of that, including my desk, all of it is gone.
Everything feels sort of dull and grey, like I'm not really aware.

Awareness? I wonder if I'm dreaming. Yes! I must be!
I rub my hands. Weird, doing so feels very vivid and intense, why is everything so grey?
I decide it is not the dream that is not vivid/stable, but that my room isn't lit properly.
I open the window of my room wanting to jump out.

What is this? Everything is so green. I am in a tropical forest.
What is my parents house doing in a tropical forest?
I jump down to investigate further.
There are small lakes everywhere and the air is very fresh.
I follow one of the lakes enjoying the nice air, feeling the wind on my skin and looking at the sun rays shining through the leaves of the trees covering the sky.
Somehow I feel attracted to a specific location not far away.

Once I get there I find a caterpillar on a big leaf.
It is very colorful and excited.
Why do I know it is excited? I can clearly feel it.
I approach it and look at it very closely.
It's moving to the edge of the leaf and lets itself hang down from the edge.

It quickly transforms into a chrysalis.
How interesting, will I see it transform into a butterfly?
I can feel excitement yet again. But it is not my excitement, it is the one of the caterpillar.
It becomes clear to me that I can somehow feel what the caterpillar is feeling.
It is afraid. Afraid because it knows it's whole body is about to be turned upside down, all it's organs rearranged.
But this feeling is completely overwhelmed by the excitement of becoming a butterfly, and being able to fly.

As it's body starts transforming, the soon to be butterfly is starting to dream.
It dreams about being a butterfly and flying through the skies.
It is no longer worried, just extremely excited.
At some point I think about telling it to control its excitement, or else it might wake up.
But then I realize I wouldn't know how to do that.

The butterfly wakes up, knowing that the metamorphosis is completed.
It emerges from the chrysalis and spreads its wings.
They are very beautiful, with very strong tones of orange red and yellow.
Even though the butterfly is so excited to fly, it has to wait until its wings are hardened.

Once they are, the butterfly takes off and flies high off into the sky.
It immediately knows how to fly and how to be a butterfly, even though it was a caterpillar all its life.

I was in a restaurant and recognized characters in white or yellowish hoodies. They were going to kill
me and someone that I was with. I tried to get my friends attention to warn them. I don't think I was
able to warn them, but I got up and left the room before the evil people could kill me.

I was in a building that had lots of rooms because I kept running through different rooms to get away.
On two occasions, two small men would come through an open doorway to get me. Instead of running away,
I ran after them. They weren't expecting that and they ended up running away. Then a single guy came
through an open doorway. I ran after him and surprised, he ran away too.

Then I was at my dad's old house. I had a '65 limmo/charger in the garage. I was with 3 women in some
kind of costumes. One was a '50s waitress or something. Then there was one that I really liked, but I don't
remember what she was wearing. I think she was in black. Then there was another lady that I don't remember
anything about.

I commented on how odd it was that I was with three women.

My dad lived on a corner, so as we walked up one street, we had to pass the other street that ran along my
dad's house. I told the ladies I would come back for them. I went up to my dad's house trying not to be
noticed by the bad guys. I made it up to the garage where I saw my dad. My dad used to be
a trigger to lucid dreaming, but not so much lately.

My dad was showing me cap guns I could use to scare the bad guys. Then the guns he was offering became shrapnel guns.
The idea was like a .22 where there was a small projectile, but still a low caliber weapon. I thought it would be weak compared
to what the bad guys had.

My dad started showing me knives then. I thought that was worse than the guns. Then, when I decided I should at least get a
couple shrapnel guns, I found the knives more accessible. I loaded up on throwing knives.

I went over to the car in the garage. I uncovered it and got in. I was hoping it would start because it looked as though it had been
parked for some time. Before I got a chance to drive it and pick up the girls I was supposed to pick up, I dream-skipped.

I was in a house where the bad guys were still after me. I was looking out windows waiting for them. I had a shotgun. I was going to
be ready to blow them away. I decided that they would likely shoot a machine gun through the windows before they even got to my
place, so I found a window that they would hit last. I positioned myself so I could blow them away.

I remember cocking my shotgun. There was a handle on the shotgun slide I had to pull back and push back forward.

That was the end of the dream, but I had a hard time getting my shotgun ready, and I remember feeling great that I was ready. I
also remember taking a practice shot, but it may have been a mental practice shot.

2:30 AM
10:30 AM

High as balls on cannabis, had a few beers as well

My trip in wildwood is about to end. Everyone is packing up their leftovers in the basement of their house. The group comprised of Angela and her friends are packing up a bag full of yummy drinks. They have organic rooibos iced tea in the shape of Arizona iced tea cans, almost a full pack of this obscure brand name distilled purified water (which had a nozzle that you could suck the water out of and was a pint sized bottle) and these bangin white iced tea flavored drinks. I take a purified water drink and it tastes so cold and so refreshing. Angela and her friend see me doing this and ask me, "What are you doing?" I think that they were leaving the bag of drinks here since the bus is already loading and almost ready to go. (I realize later that I was driving home in my waking state) Angela and her friends leave to go to the bus and I take a white iced tea and have a sip. The basement is empty. The only people left are me and a strange woman who I think is the Landlord but she seemed supernatural. I feel possessed by something. Not a demon, but something friendly. All of a sudden my eyes turn red, and my field of vision goes out and turns red as well, and I feel like something is inside of me. (I don't remember what it said but it was telling me be who I always wanted to be or something along the lines of that. I was having a small conversation with it on that subject.) It was definitely female. Every time it wanted to communicate with me my eyes and my field of vision turned red.

The scene transitioned from what happened above to me either talking to a dragonfly about an experience that she had or me being the female dragonfly (I'm a guy in real life) telling someone else a story about an experience I had.

This is a first person perspective as told from the dragonfly since thats how it occurred in my dream
So I was flying, and this thing comes and attacks me and I die. (Then I saw a scene of it flying and it losing all of its hearts like in zelda. Then it turns into a skeleton.) I come back to life, and I'm flying again. Another thing comes and attacks me. I die again. I come back to life and continue flying.

Cant remember anymore

Dream - Lucid

I was in a night club, one that I frequent in waking life. It looked a little different, but I knew it was the same place. I was there with some friends, one being someone I just met. He was a little yellow-ish bird name Twitter. He could talk. His voice sounded like a little boy's. We were very good friends.

I then remember seeing a stack of notes on white paper. They were written in purple ink, and told how, when, and where people were going to die. Many people's notes said they'd die the next day. Mine was in there, but I didn't want to see it. My brother found it and showed it to me, however. I ended up reading it. I don't remember what it said, but it was a very obscure way to die. I can't remember the date of death at all, though. I didn't really believe it, I was very indenial.

I then remember looking for Twitter. I really felt a longing to find him and spend time with him. I also remember making a video for a contest saying how Twitter would die. It was a strange video. I had taken the beginning of another video, then made the rest of it myself. I remember there being computers and a tall building in the video. My brother informed me that I had won the contest. I saw it as the homepage for the website that was hosting the contest.

I was at school sitting at a table at lunch with some friends. I somewhat felt the need to try and sleep, I assume that I was tired. The girl from a lot of my other dreams hit my head and walked off, a friend of mine asked "what was that about?" to which I answered "I honestly don't know." Then I woke up.

It was a boring and disapointing dream.

(Will add later)

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Type: Regular Dream.
Lucidity: 1 23 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10


I found myself on a yacht in its hallway. I walked up a small flight of stairs into a dining area. I looked around and realized just what a yacht really is, a rich man’s houseboat. It felt like a cozy house but on the water with all that nautical flavor to it.

Two men walked into the room, one was the owner, guy who lived here and the other a grizzled old veteran type. The vet started to take some things out of a plastic box container that was on the floor. The yacht owner sat down on the bench/seat on the sides of the room that looked out onto the water. The veteran started taking things out of that plastic container and putting them in a sack, the man on the bench looked at him quite sadly. I heard the guy on the bench’s thoughts, he was sad because he had brought the other veteran here from an alternate earth where there had been “no south east Asian conflict.”

Those were some strange ideas so I was open to more thoughts.

“Iron Mike has lived nearly his whole life here in this world and has still joined the military, I had hoped he would not have to see the horrors of war.”

The thoughts were so clear I almost thought they were mine so I wasn’t entirely sure where this information was coming from. It wasn’t Iron Mike he was thinking about… what things to bring to the kids!? What kids? He doesn’t look like the father type but I did get a feeling of charity in there.

Iron Mike was now happily going around the room picking things he wanted to take. He walked around me thinking but not saying “excuse me” as he reached across me to get something. I just stood there trying to figure this whole thing out.

“There” he said as he put the plastic container on the seat next to the other man. The yacht owner tried to smile.

Then I looked around and things started to get a little trippy. It was like a rippling effect and the scene and sounds changed to an earlier time and there were kids running and yelling through the boat and the two men where there enjoying the kids excitement as they played with their new Christmas toys. Every time I looked in a different area there was a different rippling effect and times and scenes changed, one was even at night. I wasn’t sure what was going on it was all a jumble and very confusing.

Finally the dream ended, I immediately felt these events would quickly be forgotten so I wrote them down. I did forget but the few things I wrote brought it all back.

Non-Dream/Lucid/Non-Lucid

I dreamed it last night and it ended like in 4:00 AM. I tried to remember as much as I could. You know...when you wake up at 4:00 AM the only thing you could think of is writing everything down in your DJ. >_>
The dream started like this:
DREAM 1: I was at home reading a book. When I turned my head to the right I saw an out of body hand. (I think it had like 4 fingers...it was really small) I freaked out...I though I'm going nuts. I grabbed that hand and bite a finger from it to see what happens. It disappeared all of sudden and my mom came. She asked me:
>Guess where we'll be going today! ^_^
I asked her:
>Where? (I was actually expecting her to say that we're going to psychologist or to endocrinologist, because I actually need to go there for some check-ups)
She said:
>We're going to the stomatologist!
I was like WTF?!?!?
DREAM 2: I was in the mall. A professor was going to the bathroom...the guy was a little suspicious, so I entered to see what is he doing there. He was a homosexual and he went to the bathroom to ask for some guys to have sex with for cash. (again...WTF???)
DREAM 3: My old plush bear was possessed. It got angry because I didn't wanted to play with it anymore and turned itself into a big pitbull dog and everytime I tried to talk to it, it attacked me. (Guess what ^_^....WTF?!)
DREAM 4: Finally (and probably less retarded than the other dreams) I dreamed there were some commands of Super Meat Boy games for Romania...They were actually destined for Bucharest, but they somehow accidentally delivered them to Moldova (which is at countryside...)
That thing was on TV and they actually sent reporters to ask the people from there if they ever heard of that game or about "the toilet" (I don't know what the toilet was meaning...).
(By the way...............WTF?????????)