memorable

non dream - lucid - non lucid

I am in the countryside, walking up a path which leads to my house. (I have never seen this place)
The path leads up to the top of a small mountain.
The area isn't very populated, so I don't encounter many people on my way up.

I finally reach a small street, my house is at the end of it.
There's a few more houses, maybe 12 or so and a water fountain in the middle of the street.
For some reason I am attracted to the fountain, it is very beautiful, but I don't really know why.
As I approach it I start to question my surroundings and quickly realize that I am dreaming.

I am happy to have become lucid, but the feeling quickly vanishes.
In front of the fountain I find a dead wolf. He seems to have died because of a deep wound on his neck.
I feel odd. Seeing the dead wolf makes me kind of sad.

It starts to rain. Has it ever rained in my dreams? Does it rain because I am sad?
The sky starts clearing up and it stops raining, rays of light start poking through the clouds.
A small bird emerges from the light and lands on the fountain, looking at the wolf.

I have seen this bird before! It is the same as in the Dr. Who dream!
The bird looks at me for a few seconds.
Then he switches his attention back to the wolf.
He spreads his tiny wings and they start glowing in all kinds of colors.
Some glitter emitted from his wings lands on the wolf.

The wolf comes back to life and looks at the bird. They exchange a few thoughts, the wolf is thankful that the bird saved his life.
He runs away. I am amazed by what I just witnessed, but I still feel somewhat weird, although in a positive way now.
The bird takes off and lands on the hand of a girl.
I recognize her, It's Faye!
She looks different than last time though, but her aura is clearly the same.
She has long brown hair now and shimmering green eyes.

"What have you learned from this experience?"

I remember that WakingNomad has asked me this question a few times.

"He's a phoenix..."
"Yes, he is, so what does this mean?"
"I don't know... what does it mean? We are in my dream bubble aren't we?"

Faye gives me an affirming nod.
She acts very mysteriously. Yuya sometimes does that as well.
I kind of like it though, I've always been a fan of mystery.
She wants me to keep thinking, I'm supposed to come to a conclusion.

"So this phoenix, he is part of my imagination?"
"A projection of your subconscious the people on your forum would say."

I think this is the first time a DC has made a direct reference to DV.
Faye talks about how in my dream bubble, everything that I don't actively create is a projection of my subconscious.
I already knew that, and she knew that I did, but she's trying to make a point.

"So where does this idea of a phoenix come from?"
"That is the question. Knowing the question is half of the answer."

I really like the way she is speaking, it is so mysterious, yet it is very clear that she is leading me onto the right path.
I look at my left arm and spread my own wings, which I use to navigate the dream plane.
I remembered correctly, the wings on my left arm do look exactly the same way as the wings of the phoenix.

"When I use these wings to teleport, that is actually a phoenix ability."

I say this more as a realization than a question.
And after saying it I know that I am right.
I can use these wings to move through the fabric of space and easily navigate the dream plane by doing so.
I can also heal other beings, but the ability is far too complex for me to do anything major.
I could never revive someone, not even a very simple being, such as an insect.
The sheer amount of energy this would require is beyond my imagination.
I remember that I have used these abilities many years ago in my dreams.
My vision is blurry, I assume the dream is about to end, I feel like I should thank her before it does.

"Thank you, I have indeed learned many things from this experience."

I say this quite awkwardly, I am a bit shy.
Faye approaches me and whispers into my ear.

"I am your dream guide you know, this is what I do, maybe you should ask me for help more often..."

I was just waking up. My dad had parked his car in my bedroom, or my bedroom had became the garage. Anyhow, there were people hiding behind cars and in the shadows. They smiled when they met eye contact with me.

I didn't bother even getting ready for school and just hopped in the car.

"Hey," I heard a dark whisper of a man. It was still dark outside so I could barely make out the silhouette. Apparently, this guy was my exboyfriend.

"I'll drive you to school hun" He said. I didn't really remember this guy too well, was he even ever my boyfriend? I didn't trust this guy. He hopped in the car anyways and he drove off.

He was speeding, swerving, and not even driving the right way to school. I told him to turn around or else I wanted out of the car.

"Ok!" He cheerfully yelled, slammed his foot on the break and did a U-turn.

As soon as I thought that PERHAPS I would be on time to class, he made a wrong turn (it was right for him, ofc) and he laughed saying that I should know him better than that. It was an awful drive.

I finally made it inside the building and swore to myself that I would never let that freak in the car again. I looked at the time... 7:34 ... I was going to be late! I realized that I didn't even have my books. Grrr.

I took off to first hour, but started flying up in the air...Huh..Interesting!

I thought to myself how this only happens when I am dreaming and that this is a dream sign. I did a reality check and I had six fingers!

I continued to float around for a bit, enjoying the zero gravity. I did summer salts and flips. Then I realized - Oh! I am DREAMING. I have some stuff to do!

I knew that I had to find Nephanim, but I wasn't sure how I was going to do that. I wandered out of the building and looked the the sky. Our plans were to meet on the moon, but it was a perfectly clear day so there wouldn't be much in the way of reference points. I could always make reference points, but the thought of trying to fly up there still shook me a little.

I decided to find other means. At first I walked into the building again and tried calling him, but there wasn't much success. The strange thing was that I wasn't calling him by Nephanim, but something else. It may have been his dream name, I'm not sure. But I remember thinking that I should probably start calling out Nephanim instead of this other name.

I walked back into the school (which really wasn't a school anymore) and found a fridge. I told myself that inside this fridge would contain useful objects, stuff I could use to perhaps find him.

I opened the fridge.

CHOCOLATE MILK!!!

Being lactose intolerant in real life, I gladly took this opportunity to drink the chocolate milk to my heart's desire. But I also had other plans for the jug of chocolate milk.

I took the jug of chocolate milk and flew outside and on to the roof of the building. The roof was about 2-3 stories high. People were outside enjoying the sunshine. When people came out of the building, I would pour my chocolate milk on them. It was entertaining.

Oh...right...I have to find Nephanim!

I flew back down from the roof of the building and landed on the pavement. I noticed that people were gathering outside for a marriage ceremony of two men. I realized that pouring chocolate milk on people in marriage might look bad on any kind of dream analysis...

I went back to my Fridge, spawned more items inside of it, and opened the door again. This time, there was vegetable oil, my cell phone, a strange fruit drink mixture and a decapitated head. I picked up the decapitated head and the fruit drink and left the other two objects behind. I examined the head closely...She was alive! But dead. She looked very old, I could see all of the wrinkles in her face and her eyes looked like a brown and blue supernova. She had white hair, but her countenance resembled that of a bird. She looked mean. If I made a facial expression, she would copy it. She wouldn't talk to me, but just mimic my expressions. She looked like someone I know...But I couldn't figure out who...I kept staring into her eyes, they stared back into me daringly.

"She thinks that I am Russian just because I have a Russian accent!" I heard a lady from behind me. I turned around to see a woman (who looked Russian despite her protest) standing with a small girl. I wasn't sure if the woman was talking to me or the girl.

"Hey," I greeted the woman. We walked down the hall together. I told her about my fridge of useful items.

"It's pretty cool, but I realize that the objects are only as useful as I make them." I explained, thinking of my chocolate milk fiasco.

"No. Your mind makes the items only as useful as you allow them to be." She responded in her think accent. She talked very cryptically, and sort of looked that way too. She had brown hair that was in a bun, and her cheeks had a pink blush. She was wearing a black outfit.

"I was able to spawn this drink, it tastes really cool. You should try it." I handed the drink to her. It was red and yellow.

She instantly moved back, repulsed.

"No no no! The fumes, they are choking me!" She exclaimed.

I was in shock for a moment, then puzzled at how a smell could choke someone.

"You're lying, a smell alone cannot choke someone," I replied, in a bit of an accusing manner. She continued to act out as if the smell of the fruit drink was hurting her. At first I thought that perhaps it was, but this wasn't logical unless she had some allergy to it, and even so it couldn't truly "choke" her.

"LIAR!" I yelled out, mad that she was putting on a scene.

She stopped her fit immediately and smiled.

"So, you do think and understand," She whispered as if this were an epiphany to her, or some kind of test.

Realizing that there was a chance that this DC could perhaps possess some intelligence, I asked: "Do you know where I can find Nephanim?"

"Yes! Turn around, and I will draw the map on your back." I turned around and felt the ink pressing against my skin. I knew this was some kind of riddle again. I wouldn't be able to see the map on my back, so I tried my hardest to picture what she was drawing inside my head. I tried to make out the shapes from the pressure of her hand. This is what I saw in my head:



The two triangles may have been two domes, I wasn't sure.

"You are ready to go now." The lady said in her thick accent, and I awoke.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I wake up in my current room, go out to the kitchen, and start attempting to make coffee. The coffeemaker is big and complicated, with lots of buttons, and I can't figure out how to use it properly. While it's percolating, I decide to take the carafe out [I don't remember why], and press the Stop button, but it doesn't stop completely. Six thin jets of coffee continue to come out of it, streaming down onto the heating element and boiling and sizzling away. I look in the cupboard for breakfast, and find lots of mini-donuts and other packaged foods there. All the time I'm getting breakfast, my mind is on the fact that I have to get out of the house in time for my 8:00 A.M. meeting. [I actually had such a meeting coming up in the morning in real life, and it was on my mind as I went to bed, so, not surprisingly, I dreamed about it.]

I have another false awakening in which I check the time on my cell phone and see that it's only 6:17 A.M. Good; there's still plenty of time to get to the meeting.

I woke up, for real this time, at the end of a sleep cycle, and said sarcastically, “Well, that was wonderful.” I didn't bother to get up to check the time on my phone.

I'm on my college campus, walking around outside the dorm buildings, which are big and L-shaped and multistory. I'm trying to get to my room, which is room number 16999-A (that is, bedroom A in suite number 16999). I stop and talk to a resident assistant (RA), who asks me where I'm going. I tell him [her? not sure], and he [she?] consults a list and says that someone else is already in that bedroom. I know I'm supposed to be in that room, and I say so, showing the RA the key I have to that suite. He [she?] permits me to continue on and go to the room.

I continue walking, outside, among the dorm buildings. I pass another RA at the entrance to a new part of the complex of buildings, and speak to her as well. She tells me that there's a game of Sardines going on in that part of the complex, and offers me a raffle ticket, which shows that I'm participating in the game. I accept it and continue walking. I find the entrance to suite 16999, which is at the corner of the long, narrow building, on one of the longer sides. I stick my head in the door, but don't go in. [So I never did find out whether or not anyone else was in my bedroom.] All throughout this part of my dream, my mind is still focused on the fact that I have to make it to an 8:00 A.M. meeting.

I continue exploring around the sunny side of the building. There are basketball and handball courts there; it looks a lot like the playground of an elementary school. The sunlight is very bright and cheerful. On the other side of the courts from the building, there is a chain-link fence on the border of the playground. On the other side of the fence is a river.

Not far from the playground is a covered pavilion housing the queue for a tram that offers tours of the campus. It's the same kind of tram used at the parking lot at Disneyland. The tram passes through, setting out on its tour. A group of five students with ski masks on, their heads wrapped in white cloth, and dark sunglasses are walking alongside the tram. They're tour guides, and this is their on-campus job. They're holding a series of signs that say something like, “Be sure to pay your tram driver.” I wave at them as they pass, and they wave back. As the tram pulls out of the pavilion and drives away, a group of five or six people runs out of the queuing area, trying to catch up with the tram. They wanted to get on it for the tour, but they got there too late.

[Dreamskip.] I'm walking across a parking lot. I recognize that I'm dreaming, and that I've had this dream before. [Now that I'm awake, though, I don't remember having had it before.] I begin to concentrate on my feet, watching them move as I walk. I'm wearing dark red-brown, slip-on, closed-toed shoes with big bows on the toes that are made of the same shiny, leather-like material as the rest of the shoes. As I approach my car, I attempt to ensure that my computer backpack will be in the trunk when I get there by expecting it to be there this time. It doesn't work. Other stuff is in there, but no computer backpack.

Some guy starts talking to me as I look into my trunk. My boss is there, too. The other guy gives me a long, ornate, old-fashioned, brass key with a long, thin black string tied to the loop on one end. When he gives it to me, he says something like, “These instructions are very important. You must never let this item leave your possession.”

“Because it represents my soul?” I ask.

“It represents a lot of things,” he answers. I infer that my soul is one of those things.

[I don't remember the rest of the instructions, but they probably included the following information, because I do remember knowing it:] I understand that this key is a skeleton key. It's not just an ordinary skeleton key, either; it is magical and can unlock any door in the dream world.

That guy, my boss, and I go exploring somewhere else together. I use my key to unlock a door at one point. At another point, I ask that guy, “Do you have a name?”

“Karim, or...” he begins.

“Karim,” I say. “Okay.” To me, the way he said “or...” after his name implies that he has many names, and I'm welcome to use any of them, but I just go with the first one he says.

Karim, my boss, and I are climbing a ladder up through a narrow shaft. I look up and am intimidated by how long the shaft is, but I can see the top of the ladder, far away. [That's the last thing I remember from this dream.]

When my alarm finally went off, I was relieved that I was back in reality, and that there was still plenty of time to get to the meeting.

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Side notes:

I don't remember having the high level of conscious self-awareness in this dream that I've had in past lucid dreams, but if I started trying to use dream powers, I must have known that I was dreaming. Also, when I was receiving the instructions about the key, I was definitely aware that the context to which those instructions applied was my dreams, which I was in.

Have I met my dream guide? I can't say for sure. I feel uneasy about it. What I can say is that I hope Karim and the key show up in future dreams.

I was up visiting Mac at Utah State when I tried to turn into a busy parking lot and missed the turn. I kept driving, I was in my Expedition, and came upon another point where I could turn into the parking lot. I turned in there and saw that he was driving his truck away and I had missed the opportunity to say hello. I drove out of the parking lot and turned down what looked to be main street. I ended up on a bike somehow and was no longer driving a car. I rode down into main street and there was some carpeting lining the ground and there were people in blue and white sparkly jumpsuits lined up along the road that intersected the one I was on. I got onto the road and saw that there was to be some kind of winter themed parade going on shortly so I quickly crossed the street and said to myself, "Man, now I'm going to have to find another way around."

One of the guys dressed in a blue jumpsuit said, "Well, at least you don't have to do flips down the street."

I got across the street and was now walking with my brothers Drew and Logan. In front of us was a wall that was full of toys like at Wal Mart and behind us was the street that the parade was going to be on. We were checking out these toys when a man came up behind us and started yelling, "They aren't supposed to be back here! Get them!"

We took off down this row of toys and eventually the street opened up into a big toy store. We took a left and I saw a wind up helicopter lying on the table in front of me. I grabbed it and wound it up to throw at one of our persuers. I said, "Well, obviously you haven't had a helicopter thrown at you before," and threw the helicopter at him. He got hit in the head but that didn't phase him. The persuers ended up catching us somehow and we were now in this room that looked like an interrogation room that had one door and a large mirror on the other side. There was a table with three chairs around it in the center of the room. I was sitting at one end of the table and there were two men on the other side. My brothers were in separate rooms. I don't really remember much from this part of the dream. My brothers got into the room somehow and we fought off the guys and they got knocked out. Suddenly the window burst open and there were three girls standing out there. The window opened to show another street with the three girls standing there and a truck behind them. Somehow we knew they were here to capture us. I said to them, "You know you can come with us and we'll keep you safe." They looked at me and said, "Well, you did save the queen right?" I said, "Yes, we did." They came with us and we all got onto the truck.

Me and Logan were on motorcycles and Drew was driving the truck. We were on a reddish brown rock road heading for a canyon and were being chased by a bunch of the guys from before. We went off a jump and hit hard on the ground but we all managed to stay on our motorcycles. We went off a second jump and we didn't fall off again. Then the walls of the canyon began getting closer and Logan hit my motorcycle with his and knocked the girl off. I told my brothers, "Go on without me, I'll get her." They kept going and I turned around to save her. I never got to her.

We were now in a grocery store and we were shopping around for some stuff so the girls could fit in to normal life. Apparently they weren't from earth or had never been part of regular society. We were looking for clothes when one of the girls went to the front of the store and saw their king. He had come to take them back to where they had come from. She came back and told us this and I said, "We need to use the emergency exit."

The girl went back to the front of the store and turned into a vampire and began fighting off all the kings men. The other girl opened a chest that was on the ground and began throwing out pieces of armor to me and Logan. Drew had disappeared at some point previous. The armor was leather but when you put it on it fit to your body perfectly. She also threw me a sword that was supposed to attach to the back of my hand but it wouldn't so I just used it regularly. I was fighting a man with two swords and wasn't doing to well. He cut me across the face and I was starting to lose the fight. He brought both of his swords up for a killing blow and I saw a weak point and cut him from his neck down into his stomach. The blade didn't do any actual damage and he brought his sword down flat on top of my head. He said, "Ha! I killed you."

I responded, "No, I am wielding a shardblade," and he died. We ran back to the emergency exit and went into it. It was a restroom with a door inside that led to somewhere else. Me and the girl went into this door and Logan stayed behind to distract the other guys. At this point I became lucid for a moment because the girls pants were white when we went into the room but when we got out she was wearing red pants. I lost lucidity soon after this. The room we got into was what looked to be another bathroom but the back wall was gone and there was a forest beyond it. Further up on the left wall of the bathroom was another door and we saw a woman go into it and she called for us to follow. We did and we were in what looked like a school to train people like the girls we met. After much following we came to some stairs that led down and I went down them to follow this woman. She was gone and we were now in a grove with a wooden staircase leading down from the ledge we were standing on.

At this point I woke up.

I am positive that the following dream sequence contained more than I have written below, but for the life of me I cannot recall what those extra tidbits might be. I believe it may have had something to do with the sewer scene, but I am at a loss.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The earliest recollection in this dream placed myself, I believe my father, my friend Mike (the dream image of which I am starting to believe may be my DG, given how often he has been showing up lately) and a woman with whom I used to work, Kari, in a sewer, knee-deep in sludge. There was no indication as to why we were in this location, but I got the impression we were searching for someone of something. Kari and I are chatting and I notice movement out of the corner of my eye, from around the other side of a brick pillar. I peek around the pillar and notice some kind of strange, humanoid creature, clearly female and glowing blue. The creature takes off as soon as it sees me and escapes into a large round drainage pipe. For some reason this encounter does not faze any member of my party and this apparently was not the thing for which we were searching.

Next, I am on the back porch of an older, run-down house at night. It is snowing lightly and is pretty chilly outside. Mike and I are having a discussion on the porch and gesturing to the right, beyond the fence in the backyard. On the other side of the fence is the back parking lot of a police station. There is a path that runs through the backyard directly in front of us and up to a gate in the fence leading to the police station grounds. Mike points out a police SUV with a trailer attachment on it (like the ones landscaping trucks pull containing their equipment). A uniformed police officer is moving lawnmowers onto the trailer and Mike comments “They are getting ready to move out for the search.” I ask Mike why they would need lawnmowers for such a search and his answer (which I cannot recall) seems to satisfy me (damn my illogical unconscious mind!).

Down the path in front of the Porch walks Kari, wearing a black winter overcoat and one of those puffy Soviet winter hats one always sees in Cold War-era movies, complete with a red star. I walk down to meet her as she nears the gate leading to the police station and she informs me that she has found exactly what we, and apparently the police, were looking for. It is a serial killer that she mentions by name, which I cannot recall but I think it sounded vaguely Latin.

As Kari informs me of her find, the police officer who was loading lawnmowers onto the trailer approaches, apparently having heard our brief conversation and congratulates Kari on her stupendous find; they will proceed to arrest the individual immediately. I congratulate Kari, but am slightly perturbed that she made the find and not I.

I awake and perform my RC.

This happened this morning. The first thing I recall is walking through a park with a young boy around 14, we were looking for a girl to hook him up with, The park looked like Central park in new york city, There was a path down the center of the park, to the right was a awesome screamo band performing with millions of kids sitting on the lawn, The mosh pit was crazy, to the left were park bathrooms, and I watched 2 kids I thought I knew walk in but I didn't really in real life, One of them was a midget or something, He looked like a 2 foot punk rocker clown, with him was a girl and she had a big smile on her face, They turned left into the bathroom and for some reason I felt they were avoiding me so, I just sat there waiting to see when they would come out, The girl with the smile came out of the bathroom and stood to the right of the girls bathroom with a big smile on her face staring right at me, suprisingly It wasn't creepy or anything, She was actually really pretty, I told the boy I was with to go and talk to her but instead for some reason he turns around, all of a sudden there were bleachers and the park looked a lot smaller, what I saw next was really wierd, The "girl" he walked up to I can't figure out the sex and it was a giant, but, the wierd part was only his head and his foot sat there hovering into the air, While the giant had almost the same smile the girl did on his face, The boy I was with decided to touched it's foot for some reason, and the giant jumped up and started chasing us, He was so slow it caught him But, At this point I knew I was in a dream and was determined to outrun this thing, I was so proud when I looked around and the park that once was wild with punk rock partiers,the bleachers and the bathroom was gone, the way it remained had beautiful green grass and a picket fence kinda remind me now of a cemetery. This was by far one of my wierder dreams.

Odd Beginning
It all started with me talking with friends and watching the news on TV. We then noticed a news story of people from the last thanksgiving celebrating a thanksgiving party at my house. These people looked like people from my old High School, Chevy Chase, and Bill O'Reily were in the group too for some odd reason. I asked my friends where were we on that day? They said we were at a church gathering and we were all fasting (ON THANKSGIVING?!?!?!). I started to recall that party's details we had and it looked like my Uncle Paul's old ranch, but a huge house on the field and it was home to a scientist and I saw a picture of Chevy Chase on the walls. The dream then changed to the party.

Thanksgiving at Chevy Chase's house
We were outside the mansion and began to notice some very strange things. For one, he had fences all around his house and behind the fences were dinosaurs (herbivors). They walked right by us and I remember the sudden urge to explore. We ran into the garage and found normal garage stuff but with an inventors touch to every piece of equipment. I then decided to go inside and see where everyone else is.

I was walking down the hallway and saw many people from my church socializing. I remember seeing many creepy things out of the corner of my eye that were little creatures that would appear and disappear but I could never get a good look at them. I then kept going down the hallway and saw my mom sitting on a bench next to my Grammy, Aunt Jill, and my 6 year old cousin Landon. It was the darker part of the hallway and I was very worried for our safety. I walked over and sat down next to my mom and said we needed to leave this house it is dangerous and I started to describe the little creatures I kept seeing. She said to stop like I was being disrespectful or lying to her and at that moment I saw a green little creature slowly come around the corner and it was bouncing toward me. If you have ever played Super Smash Bros Brawl, it looked like one of the enemies with big lips that hide in the ground and jump out and stick to you. It freaked me out and I started yelling, "There! There it is! It's right there! Help it is coming for me!" Nobody saw anything and started looking at me like I was insane. At that moment it jumped up onto my hand and stuck its lips on my palm and sank into my wrist. I felt no pain or anything when this happened and was confused if it was a hallucination or real. My mom said that it was time to go now, and I asked why and she said because i was acting crazy in front of my little cousin and there is no telling what he picked up from that.

We all started to leave and heard the sound of bees. I went into a hallway and saw giant bees behind glass walls in the hallways. Everyone else saw the bees too and began to panic. I remember after this giant bees being in the hallways and we went into the hive to destroy them (we being me and my friends who reunited with me again). We went in and saw the queen and her many mad bees with her along with waterfalls of honey. We found a control pad and hit the big red button in the middle and it made all the honey flow faster and rooms started getting sealed off by giant iron doors. Now me, my Aunt Jill, and my 3 cousins Jake, Austin and Landon ran out of the hallway and out the front door as a wave of honey was pouring down the hallway. We were launched out of the house and the doors shut behind us and there was honey everywhere. We then saw the honey level rising and knew we had to find a way out of here. My Aunt Jill then said she found a way and ran to a little flying ship about the size of an 8 person van that looked like the Banshee from Halo Reach. We all got in and started to take flight as the mansion exploded with honey behind us.

Futuristic City
We all had a lot of conversations about how we were heroes for saving the world from giant bees and how we were lucky to be alive until we came over a mountain and saw a huge city. A city of towering buildings with neon and holographic signs on them and flying cars similar to ours flying around. It looked like a futuristic city. At this moment I was admiring the scenery and checking every detail until I realized that the view was not all that clear and was a little blurry. I thought this must be a dream and told my Aunt Jill to land and pointed to a spot. We flew over the the spot and landed and I immediately got out and decided to explore.

The floor of the city looked like a carnival and there were games and basketball hoops everywhere along with nothing but little kids and occasional parents. I set off by myself and explored the child's fantasy I was in and began LFS. I couldn't find anyone but kids. Every time I recognized someone, I would see them up close and they were just another kid. I then saw my cousin Ben and the two girls that always play basketball with us at church basketball tournaments and went to them. The closer I got, the more they wanted to go the other way so I just moved on because I didn't want to wake up. I then found a few girls giving me seductive looks and decided to go and talk to them (why not? everyone else is ignoring me). I asked the first one about LFS and she ignored me and walked up to my cousin Ben who was suddenly behind me. The other girl came to me and said in my ear, "I'll give you a good time sweetie." I then noticed the whole group walking up this odd staircase of bars like at a playground and everyone had to grab them overhead with their hands and climb to the next level. No one explained why but I went on with it and soon everything started to fade to my last houses living room.

I was now in my old house's game room and my dad had walked in and woken me up while changing the thermostat. I then wanted to fall back asleep in hopes of returning to that awesome city dream I was having and started going back to sleep (this is all still a dream I was dreaming that I had just had a dream).

I had now returned to the dream on the sidewalk by some river and was immediately aware that I was dreaming again which obviously would work considering that I never woke up in the first place. I went to the water and said boat and raised my arm up and a racing boat appeared in front of me. I jumped in and took off down the river which turned into a race track like Hydro Thunder suddenly. I raced up a jump and did a few flips up a steep incline and then got to a tower at the top of the race track and there were south park characters their arguing about a crane machine. I walked over and started listening to their argument and then woke up.

(LFS is a thing from my life that I don't feel like explaining)

Last night I had the strangest dreams. The first dream started out where I was at the base of this mountain. It was green with grass and had a mist that hung in certain parts. As I made my way I up noticed a wall at the side of the mountain path as if to stop people from falling. It was black and had spirals with flowers at the end carved into it. When I reached the mountain peak I looked over and saw a whole community. Then I looked around and noticed that I was on a space colony due to the curvature of the land. It reminded me of the old colony concept art I saw when I was really young.

Something was off though, there weren't any people. I found an alternative pathway that lead downward, when out of nowhere a person appeared. I can't quite recall if it was a man or women, but I do remember it telling me that the colony was under some sort of marshal law that restricted when you can and cannot go outside. Just then, people started pouring out of their houses and the community bustled with people. I went down there, but I can't recall much after that. All I know is that there was a mother with a child seeking to escape the community which eventually lead the security forces getting involved.

The last dream was a little disturbing. It started out in my World History class where a group was presenting on some world event. They passed out this fill in the blanks paper that was from a song they were about to sing. They started singing it and some of the blanks were quite strange. One was "aliens" another was "senorita" and "industry". The class felt the song was so tear-jerking that they began to cry. I just sat there chuckling away.

Everything around me changed though I soon found myself watching a man aboard a train trying to derail to win some competition with an enemy that just so happened to be on the train with him. The competition itself took place in another city though and I don't quite recall what exactly it was all about. The train itself looked like an old 1920's locomotive.

The man had messed with the train while it was stationed at a platform not to far from the city itself. As the train pulled out of the station, he jumped out and watched from a distance. It was miles away when it exploded and the smoke cloud looked more like a small little puff of air. With his opponent now gone, the man made his way to the city where he meet a women with a single child which seemed similar to the one in my previous dream. Apparently, the child was going to fill his fathers footsteps and participate in the competition that his father was going to. Both the child and that mother had bitter feelings towards this man suspecting something was up with him. The drama ensues as the man fell in love with the mother and tried wining over her heart, but failed miserably. As the dream neared the end, the mother told the man to follow her into some park in the day. It cycled back to an area I remembered in the first dream in the space colony. When they arrived she told him that he was someone important, but the dream abruptly ended after that due to me getting a call at 8:00 in the morning.

After I fell back asleep, I was at a pool surrounded by stadium seats that were filled with people. This dream was more surreal than anything else because there were ducks engaging in synchronized swimming to classical music. When they were finished, there were very few claps from the crowds because they sucked.

I have to say, my recall certainly is getting better. Although to be honest, these dreams were borderline nightmare because of their creepiness. But nevertheless, I still enjoy the recall!

25/03/11

Wasn't lucid but everything was vivid.

I'm trying to survive a zombie apocalypse with my little sister, my grandma, and my mum. I don't know where my dad is. Probably a zombie.
I clearly remember the last half of my dream so I'll write it down. After being safely secured into a fairly nice apartment unit (maybe on the 3rd or 4th storey) I try to keep the door shut against the zombies with various things: a chair, a bookshelf, a towel (?), amongst other things That aren't too clear. The sun is setting and the zombies are getting more and more ravenous. My sister appears next to me trying to help keep the door secure and the zombies start banging against the door - they smell blood. I start to get frantic and for some reason a boy vaguely appears and he tries to help me but ends up tearing the doorhandle out and weakening the defences on the door. I remember thinking that he was a total idiot and that we were all going to die. A zombie gnashes its teeth and stares into the hole where the doorhandle used to be and the zombies in my dreams don't look like normal movie zombies. They looks like slimy, starved half men half Gollum creatures with slits for a nose and big round eagle eyes and hundreds of razor sharp teeth. They are grey/blue in colour and are totally wild creatures. The zombie manages to push the door open a fraction and it slithers a hand in to push down the objects holding the door closed against the swarm of zombies and now I am the only one and the only thing stopping the zombies from coming in. My sister is still there but she is helplessly staring at the dire scenario. I try to gouge the zombie's eyes but it manages to prick my forefiger and my middle finger with its teeth and I know right then and there that I was going to 'change' into a zombie.
I remember feeling the pain when the zombie cut me and I could see the blood on my fingers so well. I remember sucking the blood and suddenly the zombies stopped trying to come into the apartment and they moved on in a slow swarm - possibly finding an easier kill. I opened the door and started to follow them but then I turned back to my sister who was standing in the doorway and I said, in distress, "I can't do it. I can't go with them yet. I need to say goodbye to everyone."
So I went back inside to the lounge where my mum and my grandma were sitting and my sister sat down on the couch with them. The sun has fully set and the flourescent lights in the room were flickering. I showed my mum my cut fingers and she couldn't see them too well. She didn't really understand what I was telling her, so I told her, "I got bitten."
I remember feeling the terror and desperation I felt at that very moment. Those emotions felt so real at the time and I started shaking and pacing up and down saying "I don't want to change. I need to kill myself before I change. Can you kill me mum? Can you kill me?"
My mum looked terrified and my little sister said "You're going to kill yourself?!" in a very incredulous voice.
"Do you have a knife? A rope? Sleeping pills?" I started yelling.
My grandma just sighed and told me to look in her sewing kit (in real life she actually has this sewing kit that she used all the time) for her sleeping pills.
I obeyed and gave her a big jar of large green pills. She started cutting them open and pouring the contents onto a newspaper to put into a glass of water and while she was doing it I was terrified I wouldn't be able to kill myself before I changed into a zombie.
I asked my mum when I would 'change' and she replied, "You have five minutes."
"FIVE MINUTES?!"
I sat down next to my mum and meditated to try and stop the change happening and for a moment I thought maybe I was different. Maybe I could stop myself from changing. And While I was meditating and concentrating on not changing I could the change rise up from deep within me (it was a strange, hot, angry, and desperate sort of feeling) and I kept trying to push it back down. But then my vision went black and the last thing I saw before I collapsed sideways onto the couch was my grandma chopping up green pill after green pill and I could feel extremely intense agony in my torso and I remember screaming and it sounded inhumane and metallic (like the zombies) and I totally blacked out and my mum was trying to comfort me while I was changing and my last thought before i woke up was how I wished my grandma would hurry up so I could kill myself.

Very morbid dream and I woke up still feeling the echo of the pain that I felt in my dream. I feel pain quite often in my dreams and although it's distressing at times it only takes me half an hour or so to recover from the dream. However, after this dream I spent the whole morning yelling at my sister and feeling really angry and distressed and I couldn't face anyone. I ended having to get high and that helped me. I wonder if this is normal?

I am chilling with don Juan on a mountain in Arizona. We are smoking weed and sage out of a long peace pipe. “Look, soldier. The enemy approaches, and yet none is there.” I see a swarm of locusts, and zombie confederate calvary approaching through the desert, then they suddenly vanish.

“Nothing is real, blah blah blah.”

“The way of the shaman is upon you. Listen to me.”

He roars into my ear like a demon. I feel like I am falling into Hell.

Dream Diverge

1) I fall into Hell. Everything is obscene. I alter my perception. Now the same thing is beautiful.

2) I am still with him on the mountain.

“All those drugs are just gates, man. You found the gate, and now you can open it any time. But even still there is a superior way: do the drugs in dreams in your invincible dream body, and find the doors that way. Do only drugs that benefit your physical body. Avoid drugs that are only for symptoms or to alter your mind or mood. For that, we have the Realm of Gates.” We have been walking on a old dirt road in what feels the 1600‘s of New England. He swings an iron gate to a graveyard. We walk through, but all the stones are now gates. They have names of different drugs, mindsets, brainwaves, and chemicals in our own bodies named on them. We return to the mountain.

“Now you know where that is, I will reveal you the mysteries of the universe.”

“Yeah right.”

Suddenly I feel like my soul is melting, and vaporizing into steam by the ray of a star. I feel like screaming, but I can’t conceive a scream due to the fact I feel like my mind is completely gone. I am nothing and everything... I am the universe... everything is. All is one, and one is all. Everything orbits around everything else. I am really one snaking centipede not really moving through time, but growing through space, using time as a vehicle.

I slam my fist down on to the surface of the dream. BAM.

“GRANT MORRISON!” I shout.

He appears before me, like Professor X in a leather jacket. “You are beginning to get it, Nomad. I am you. Everything is you. Everything is everything. We’re all just part of this childish larval universe, and I am cool with that. Star in your own movie. Write yourself into your dreams. Write your life and may it be so.” He flips me off, and laughs, then disappears.

A graphic novel appears before me.

It’s called: NOMAD: Oneironaut
A second one appears in my hands. It’s called NOMAD: Oneiromancer

A series appears in my hands: The Nomad Chronicles

A miniseries appears in my hands: WEEDMAN

A video game console appears before me. It’s called the Wii 3. You step into a suit to play video games. I put the suit on. I am in a lucid dream video game. I am playing myself. I see Raven, Tigress, and Mosh characters in the game.

I excitedly summon a pen and a book, and begin writing a book about myself....

There is a writer... he is a lucid dreamer... in dreams, he is called Nomad. He becomes a god in dreams. It’s a joke... no one gets it... He dreams of a beautiful woman called Selene... He dates two women that look like her... like Grant Morrison... He writes of himself becoming a superhero, Weedman, a multimillionaire playboy writer who dons a ridiculous cannabis Green Man costume at night, and runs around giving people the cure for cancer.

He writes of himself having a hot girlfriend who is his best friend. He draws sigils and burns them. He forgets he does this. The sigils work. Aliens laugh in joy at his magical madness. He forms a gang of dream warriors, calling themselves VIRUS with the goal of infecting the Hive Mind with the revolutionary idea of equality and peace.

The writer is about to write about himself getting abducted by aliens, when aliens abduct him, mind, body, and soul. He visits planets in Sirius. He is only gone for five minutes of earth time. The writer appears back in his bedroom, writing about getting abducted by aliens. Everyone thinks he’s insane, but he’s making the comic book companies a lot of money, so they don’t give a shit.

He publicly states that IBM worked with the Nazis to help them track down Jews to kill them in the death camps. His publishing company cuts all ties with him. He starts his own company, and buys all the equipment in cash.

He makes e-comics and paper comics. The comics are all completely true, but he writes them as fiction.

I close the comic.

What the fuck? That was insane.

I write in the air, “Tomorrow, I will meet a beautiful woman.” I erase it, and write again, “Tomorrow, I will have a conversation with an interesting, single beautiful woman.” I erase it again. “Tomorrow, I am me, as I always am, and always will be.. a part of everything, and nothing...” I smash the words together into a sigil, crumple it up, and eat it.

Rare Coins Found

I was floating down a large creek in a boat with a few other people I don't see the boat or the people. A lot of my dreams are like that.

Someone mentions that someone gave a person named Oro (gold in Spanish) some silver...or something like that. I thought that was odd. Then we past some rocks. There were coins spilled all over the place.

I looked at a nickel and saw it was a war nickel (in waking life minted 1942 to 1945, 40% silver with a large mint mark above the Monticello). I saw the S above the Monticello, so I said, "Hey, a war nickel!" On closer inspection I noticed that all the coins were silver, and many were very rare, special pieces. It was a treasure!...but it wasn't ours!

We started picking up as many as we could. I filled to sport-coat pockets full, and of course I filled my mouth with them

Dream skip: We are all in a building and I get the feeling someone suspects we found the coins. I try not to look suspicious. I can't talk obviously or I'm busted. Someone asked why I have my hands in my pockets. I look like, "Whatever. I'm just walking around."

I tell someone about the coins in my mouth and he says, "Just take an aspirin." He was no help!

That's all I remember.

A Brush with an OGF

I was with a girl who used to torture me in waking life. I put my hand on her shoulder and very slowly inched towards her breast. She let me and I felt very relieved, but I never actually got to touch her. I just know that in my dream, the point was that she let me. It was like a dream saying, "Yada yada" right at the good part.

Anyway, then she was across the table and I couldn't be close to her. A sweet, sweet beauty but so, so cold! That's the way she always treated me in waking life and that was the end of that dream.

HUGE Tatooed Construction Workers

I was in a strange house. I looked out a window and saw a huge construction vehicle. It was like something you see on a PBS special about huge vehicles that you never get to see in waking life. I was amazed.

There were guys lined up on the ground all...doing something...at the side of the vehicle. They were like 7 foot tall body builders, all tattooed, every last one of them. I saw their builds. Just as in waking like, they had different body types, and I just looked down the line, amazed at how someone got a special crew of monster sized people. They must have been working on a very special project.

I kept going down the line until there was another truck. This truck was smaller, and had smaller guys, but I was thinking that if it weren't for those huge guys, these guys would all look pretty big to me.

Then there was a guy in a bobcat driving on top of two construction vehicles. He needed to be up hi for some reason, but what a ridiculous balancing act.

The End

Strange Movie Set

I was on some kind of movie set. A scene was acted out where a guy lost his head. I forget how he lost it, but when he was supposed to lose his head, he would press a button on his neck and his head would pop off.

His head was separate from his body, talking, asking if they should do the scene over where his head is cut off with a sword instead of however he lost it the first time.

The End

This one's been in my mind the last few weeks, so I thought it might be therapeutic to post it. Everyone has a worst fear, and mine is being raped.
Thank God it's never happened to me, but this dream left me temporarily convinced that it had... so it was kind of upsetting, to say the least.

Can't remember how this dream began - maybe it's better that way. The dream had its own back story: In it, I knew it was Wednesday (it really was IWL), and that meant it had been exactly one week since I was raped (again, in the dream!). I always seem to have a desire to go all vigilante on frightening DCs, so not surprisingly I decided to go seek revenge on my attacker. Obviously not alone, so I brought my friend Michelle with me. Somehow I had figured out that a particular area of the tile floor in a vacant building (almost like a very shallow pool, only 1-2 ft deep) covered a passageway to an underground area, and that was where we'd find him. We opened up the tile panel and descended. The next thing I remember is us frantically trying to get back out, pursued by my attacker. I was pulling Michelle out of the passage, and I saw a knife pierce her sneaker, but we got away.

I figured she was only cut if anything, but suddenly it's a couple days later, at night, and after I walk up to Michelle's front door and am let in by her family, I realize she died (from the cut, somehow). I instantly offer condolences to her family, and I'm in shock.

So then I go back down the secret passage to pursue this twisted man, alone. Despite being underground, there are windows up high, with daylight coming in. The underground portion consists of halls connecting large rooms, with nothing really in them. Everything is made of plain gray concrete. I somehow figure out this used to be a school. I think I even see a desk somewhere. I find at least one old piece of paper with writing, and I realize that this is proof of something else I had been trying to prove about the school, some sort of mystery surrounding it (didn't have a damn thing to do with revenge on my rapist, but some sort of secondary mission, maybe left over from a prior dream that night). I don't find the villain, but instead focus on this mystery solving. Then my mom comes around a corner, just as I'm pissing myself (not from fear, I just decided to pee in my clothes LOL), so I try to shoo her away and babble something about what I'm trying to do.

This is the weirdest part: As I began to slowly drift into wakefulness, I was having "dream flashbacks" to the rape itself. It was so strange, like my dreaming mind was creating a memory of something that didn't actually happen. Thankfully they weren't terribly vivid, but it was highly disturbing. Consequently, as I became more awake, I was trying to figure out if it was real. It got to the point where I was sitting up in bed thinking, "Was I really raped last week? Is this a repressed memory?" I was genuinely uncertain for a couple minutes. Once I was fully awake, I was never so happy to realize I had just been dreaming!

It's really hard to record dreams in the morning on days I have school, so this is just what I can remember.

I'm in a big church for mass, and afterwards, I'm trying to find my way out before the next mass starts. I make my way into the small narthex, then down a flight of stairs into a sitting room, which also looks like a makeshift chapel. The procession is making its way through the sitting room toward the stairs. To the right is a great wooden door with stained glass windows. I ask a man near the door if I may exit this way. "Well, the customer is always right!" He says. I then leave and run down the paved parkinglot to the car. Someone is driving me, and while I'm on the highway I realize I have forgotten something in the sanctuary. I tell the driver to turn us around and head back to the church. Then I get a text from Kelsey asking me where I am. Apparently, I was supposed to go to mass with her and her family at the 9:30, but I already attended the 7:45.
There is a cut-scene where Kelsey and her family arrive in a white car, and Kelsey exits the car wearing a fluffy white dress. Her parents, normally dressed, follow her into the church.
I sneak back into the sanctuary through a door next to the altar. I spot Kelsey and her family in the pew where my stuff is. I try to sneak in without them noticing. I don't remember exactly how it happens, but Kelsey notices me and begins chasing me all throughout the building, yelling at me for ditching her mass. Near the end of the dream, I realize we were supposed to get married. Oops.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

My buddy Mike and I enter a bar that I recognize as “Mac’s Two Lounge” in Billerica, MA, a seedy 18-plus strip club. The place looks nothing on the inside like it does in real life. In the dream, it is a narrow, short room, with a small stage (about the size of a restaurant booth table) connected to the wall by a door and has a pole in the middle. The “stage” is surrounded by a red faux leather booth, in which is seated all manner of seedy and unsavory individuals; ash trays are strewn about the booth and there is no dancer on stage.

At the other end of the room is a small bar with four stools in front of it bolted to the floor. A few patrons occupy these stools. The room is filled with cigarette smoke and I remember thinking that it was strange that smoking would be allowed in such an establishment, as Massachusetts has banned smoking in bars and restaurants. I am also concerned that my wife will smell the smoke on my clothes and know that I was at a strip club.

There is nowhere for my friend and I to sit, so we just stand around waiting for something to open up. I tell Mike that this is a weak scene and that we should leave because there are no girls dancing and there is nowhere to sit. As I say the last part, two people who were sitting in the booth at the other end of the room disappear (which triggers no lucidity in me whatsoever) and Mike and I take their seats immediately.

The only thing I remember next is waking up and performing my RC.

something to do with tits