memorable

I was wanted for a crime i didn't commit and remember sneaking methodically through houses on the edge of a dark, lush valley. They were pretty nice houses, the one i remember most had a huge tv and a fireplace. I end up in my home town. Once there I go to where Waitrose is in RL, but it's a lidl instead. There's somebody else trying to escape with me and both decide we have to sneak in and get some supplies. We're doing fine but I spill marmite on the floor and we're spotted, the private detective from 21 is trying to catch us. He chases us down the alleyway which somehow becomes Bournemouth seafront where he continues to chase us as we leap over the groins and sand piles of rock etc. He has turned into iron man's silver friend at this point.

Next night

Once again wanted for a crime I didn't commit. My flatmate helps me sneak out of our halls of residence via a fire escape which isn't there in real life. He hits a release door button and we exit into a car park. Here i am trapped by the people who are hunting me down and after being chased through cars for a bit I managed to capture them. They are in a sort of yellow submarine and I magically shrink this and tie it down so they can't escape.

Last night

I remember my dream at one point, but over the day it has faded.

Non Dream Dream Lucid

Ok, I remembered two dreams and a fragment from last night; here goes:

Dream 1: The School Riot
I am standing by the two Astro-Turf pitches at my school. A shooting range is behind them. In my school we have a CCF where we train in either Army, RAF or Navy. I am in RAF (same IRL) and we are having a competition: three other schools have come to us to compete.

A friend from school comes running toward a group of people while being chased by a much larger boy from a different school. He is carrying a rifle from the shooting range. He reaches a group of schoolfriends, puts down the rifle, before jumping over the low fence and continuing to run away from his pursuer. I start to walk towards the range. As I do so I notice a group of boys holding rifles running in the same direction, very angrily. They are opening and closing the bolts of the rifles so I assume they are loaded.

As I walk toward the range, I encounter a teacher who tought me a few years ago, walking in the same direction as the rest. I warn her not to go that way because some kids are there with guns and I think that they're gonna shoot someone. She is rather concerned, saying that they could cause a lot of damage with shotguns; I inform her that they are only rifles so at least they can only shoot one person at once. She thanks me for the warning and goes a different way.

I reach the range, and enter just as the shooting coach returns. I tell him and the other member of staff there that the kids have taken all the rifles. There's not much we can do, so we stay put. I look out the window and see another school in uniform, standing in lines smartly waiting for an inspection.
I cross the room and look out the window in the direction I came from: I see a third school riding into the chaos in blue chariots, all holding blue and yellow rifles pointed ahead of them. I turn back to the teachers and wake up.

Dream 2: Harry Potter
I am lying in my bed at home reading the last harry potter novel for the second time. I hear my parents coming up the stairs so I switch my bedside light off, casting the room into darkness. When the noise of my parents fades, I switch the light back on, but it is not working - it comes on very dim and not light enough to read. I switch it on and off a few times, but it stays the same. Thankfully, my iPod starts playing the audiobook so I lie on my front at listen to it.

The story goes off on a tangent. The voice reading the story mentions three animals; I suddenly have the sense that they are going to appear in the room, so I leap off my bed and stand on guard facing it from the corner of my room. "The first animal is the tiger." I notice a lump under the duvet on my bed, so I whip the covers off. Underneath, sure enough, is a little tiger cub. I don't think it out of the ordinary that the animals are appearing, but I am cautious of the tiger cub.

"The second animal is a pig" I look down and see a little piglet on the floor to my right. I climb back onto my bed. "and the third animal is... the JELLY!" I look down at the floor and see a small, purple jelly-like creature the size of my fist. It has small tentacles on the top of it. It moves toward me slowly.
"This jelly is unique in that eats anything it touches, be it living or not". The jelly launches itself at me; I bat it away with my hand. It tries again but I bat it away again. I pick it up and put it on an inflated baloon on the table next to me. It sticks there and starts eating its way into the baloon, which doesn't pop.

I realize that this is not harry potter. I recall that I was quite near the end of the book and remember a scene where the main characters are adults with children. Sure enough, the voice starts talking about the scene I thought of. Elements of the story continue to be realized when the adult Hermione enters with her infant daughter in a cot/crib and kneels at the end of my bed. She is surrounded by a kind of white halo. I observe her but only treat her as a part of the story, not as a real person.
Suddenly, my dad walks opens the door to my room and walks in, saying he needs to set up a camp bed for my sister. I wake up.

Dreamsigns:

• RAF competition
• Shooting range in wrong place
• Friend running with rifle
• Rifle outside the range
• Kids with loaded rifles
• Chaotic Riot
• Blue Chariots
• Blue and Yellow Rifles
• At home not school
• Reading Harry Potter
• Lights not working
• I don't own an iPod IRL
• Animals appearing
• Mutant Jelly
• Balloon not popping
• Hermione appearing
• Dad setting up camp bed in the middle of the night

Tonight I went to sleep a little too late (I couldn't sleep -.-' fucked up my WILD attempt) and it was like I was looking at someone elses Lucid, I can only remember a few fragments:
Something with a doctor who did some sort of Inception-ish things in other peoples dreams. Something with a woman who was accused for something (murder?). Something with water that went red (blood?). Doctor walking through wall.

26.01.2011

Blind Escape (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was an interesting dream, but it was sort of scary at the same time. The weird part is I'm just fed a lot of background information.

I'm in my dad's old apartment (In real life my dad got re-married a year ago and they moved into a much bigger apartment after they were married. I should also point ouit my stepmom in real life is very nice and caring.) and I immediantly know that my step-mother is evil. I know that she is just mean and cruel. My step-mom is convincing my dad to do something terrible with me, I'm not sure what it is though all I know is that she is hitting him and forcing him to agree. An abuse lady came in and asked me some questions. I basically acted like I wasn't scared and loved it there, but I hesitated so when she left my step-mother beat me. (My dream recall is weak right here, but she looked a lot like Mihcelle Obama.) My step-mom told me to just leave the house and never come back so I left, inside the house my dad was yelling at her. I wa soutside and caught up with the abuse lady and I crouched down behind her car because I was scared they would see me. She basically ignored me so I started crawling away when I saw my dad come out looking for me. I crawled up to this girl and she was crawling too, I said "Exscuse me!" because she was slow and as she was moving over she said "All these new crawlers don't lnow what they're doing." Then she sucked her teeth. I was thinking about what she said and then I saw the road. (This happens a lot I would think about something and be close to being lucid but then my dream would distract me right before I put all the peices together.) I started walking down the road wondering where to hide. (I actually passed down all the stores I use to in real life.) I saw the gas station but said no because they were doing drugs in there, then I saw two other stores but I said it was too obvious. I saw a bunch of houses in the distance and thought about my mom's house and why she would even let that happen. (I stay at my mom's house on the weekdays and my dad's on the weekends. I would of thought about that if it wasn't for my dream distracting me.) Then I saw my dad across the street looking for me, so I was going to go hide in some trees but I was topped by what I thought was hobo. I pretended to be his son so my dad wouldn't know it was me, and it worked he boarded a bus looking for me. I tried letting go of the guy's hand but he wouldn't let me, so getting scared I called for help and my dad opened the window and said he's coming. The man said he thought I had the wrong idea and said he was blind and that he needed help corssing the street. I said okay and I helped him cross the street. When I started parting with the man my dad came up and we exchanged a mushy momement and he said he kicked her out. He also said she was making him do something which was making him lose all his friends. Me and my father watched the blind man run across the street back and forth, never getting hit and acting crazy. (I woke up and went back to sleep)

I was observing what wa shappening like it was a movie. Threee girls were in a car and complaining about the air not working. The guy said they had to turn on the heat then the fan, they did. Heat blasted them and they shreiked, then it got cool. I realized that could help me solve something in real life. (I don't think it can actually help me but this time I was so close to being lucid.) They then started complaining about everything and how old it was. The guy got his friend, who I noticed was the blind man, and they started laughing about the girls.
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Side-Notes:
-These dreams were a mix of tv and a bunch of commercials I saw.
-These dreams also make me want to go see my dad.
-I was so close to being lucid so many times, but even if I was lucid I would be too swept up in the dream plot and lose it anyways.

1/26/11

Finally, after 4 days, some recall worth mentioning. I hope this means my dryspell is cured.

1- Gladiator, Redneck Style
I am standing in a line in the middle of a field with my mother and some other people, facing a crazed farmer who is talking about the Arena Games that we are about to fight in. The girl beside me mentions "respawning at one-third power." Oh good, I think to myself sarcastically, That way we can suffer painful deaths all afternoon.

The farmer introduces this enormous truck/tractor hybrid whose headlights resemble big angry eyes. The hood pops open and it's "tongue," a powerful bulldozer arm, tastes the air hungrily. "Meet Bulldozer, the tractor god!" the farmer thunders. Bulldozer picks the man up with his tongue and sits him in the control seat. "Here's a little demonstration on speed, for those of you who are thinking about running off." He drives around us in circles; it's clear that you won't be able to outrun the thing. Suddenly the games are starting, and zombies crawl up through the ground to double our problems.

Bulldozer kills my mother almost immediately. Fear pulses through my veins as I face the monstrous vehicle, but I ignore it and leap over the hood, kicking the farmer in the head. He laughs at me, saying I watch too many zombie movies, then embeds a knife into my forehead. It doesn't hurt that badly, so I continue to kick him, trying to break his neck. The knife falls from my head to the ground behind us.

Just as I'm about to deal the finishing blow, one of the farmhands (or possibly one of the other challengers) picks up the fallen knife and stabs me in the side, digging the blade across my stomach. The pain is agonizing; blood pours from my mouth as I die.

((Despite the pain and everything, this was a really fun dream!))

My friend Erin and I get out of the car it's probably 2 or 3 am..
We park unusually close to a warehouse club we frequent every saturday night. There is usually a crowd of 25-50 outside, hipster kids.
I only spot a few strays and it's silent, already I know something's up.
I'm noticing it's dirty and the floor plan is odd. Then I'm being, in some way, aggresively handled or grabbed by 2+ males,one definitely had a handlebar mustache. Then I begin spinning as if I'm seated on chair. It became faster and more violent, I become completely aware that I am asleep on the couch bracing my self with both arms. This is something new for me, to be almost simultaneously experiencing a percieved obe without fully "leaving" my dream experience. Finally I wake up on the couch trying to calm my breathing, feeling very relieved. Then I touch my eyes because they feel strange and tight. I see blood on my fingers and begin to panic. I run down the hall to the bathroom, I remember to pay close attention to the lightswitch as it brings no results. I feel relieved, briefly. I wake up on the couch again, this time a strange terrifying being is right beside me on the floor. I make a run for it, it's very aggressive and won't allow it. I start to feel exhausted. I wake myself up again, on the couch, I decide to go to my brother's room for some comfort/sanity. However when I arrive my voice is gone this time I become violent and frustrated (so I belive is why) scaryblurry guy comes back. I wake myself up again, couch, I wait......I hear the washing machine. Normal...until it becomes a loud ear piercing terrifying noise. This false awakening continues twice more before I truly wake up with other household appliances.

"If you had a million Shakespeares, could they write like a monkey?"
Stephen Wright

This journal is late. So are the next few I'll be making. I've been busy.
First of all, start playing this. This was the tune in my dream.

Yeah, I was in China! My girlfriend and I were on a big tall tower, with crossed pieces of wood. It was like this:

only much, much higher. I estimated about 200, 300 feet high. It was high. A stereotypical little Chinese house was on top.
I was up there with my lovely girlfriend, and there was a porch-like area above the ground, and a cannon on it. I peered in the cannon, unsure of its purpose. When I pulled my head away, it shot out a little cube on a stick. The stick was about a foot long, the cube the volume of one segment of my thumb. As it fell, a parachute came out and it wafted to the ground below.
"What was that?" I asked.
She giggled and bumped me. I lost balance for a moment, and when I became sturdy, I noted that there were no railings on the tower. I almost fell.
"Hey, Tanya [name changed], be careful! I don't want to fall!"

Time skip.

I was in school. Tanya was late to her math class (the room we were going to was my science room during my freshman year of high school, and the teacher was her present Health teacher. I brought her there, and I also put a note on the door for the teacher. He had been bothered lately by kids skipping class and going to see him, so the note said: "I know you're important and stuff, but don't interrupt my goddamn class!"
He laughed and told me that it was an excellent note.

Time skip.

I was checking my Facebook page at home, and everyone was messaging me about how the note was awesome. Some kid I didn't know posted, "Awesome note. Give me your student ID and next bonfire [an annual school event], you'll have alcohol privileges! Oh wait, you're underage..."
It's true. I am.

Time skip.

I was back in China, on that same tower with Tanya. I looked over the edge. It was a long way down. Tanya bumped me again and grabbed me with a hug.
"Really," I began, "don't do that-" but I was cut off as I fell over the edge.
Time was not in slow motion, but the falling was. The feeling of weightlessness was euphoric. Down, down I went, but I panicked not and I worried not. A minor inconvenience, yes, but I knew this falling wouldn't kill me. I just kept falling down. I was light as air. I spun as I descended to the Earth and I saw the plaza below me. There were little red shops on the street corners and many happy people meandering about. It was so peaceful, and I felt removed from the world as I got closer to the ground.
At last, we landed with a thud.
I wasn't hurt, just really sore from the fall. "You ok?" Tanya asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied.
"Ok," and she got up and walked away.
I remained on the ground. I was pretty sore. I finally stood up, but Tanya was long gone. I looked around, and there was the Anüki (pronounced "An'OO'key). The Anüki was a white monkey, about three feet tall. There is an image below, drawn by me.
The Anüki looked at me with a stern glare, and then silently walked over and gave me a big, warm, soft hug. It was a powerful hug, with the ever-necessary pat on the back as well. This thing is so darn awesome. When I LD, I'm going to make sure he is in my dream again. I like the Anüki.

Yeah, this angry thing gave me a hug. It smelled nice, too, and it looked clean. Just an overall nice fellow.

i had a very brief moment of lucidity in this dream where i spoke to a gay black man
realized that i was in a dream and began to stroke my arm and rub my hands, but not long after that, i lost control and the rest of the dream focused on the gay black man trying to make it as a news journalist
i don't even know anymore

in 2010 i had a dream where everyone spontaneously started singing the song from the radio by my bed. Ive had several dreams since then that incorporate my radio music.

In a strange recurring dream back in 2008 I was constantly being chased through a room full of Greek columns by two men in black suits.

I am in my room and I intuitively know the backstory of this extremely strange
dream. At a certain interval of time, a different room, at random, in my house
will begin glowing bright blue. Furthermore, any person in the room at the time
would become a zombie of some sort. I seem to be the only person who knew this.
I looked out of my door and saw my parents' room light up. Moments later my dad
walks out and I slipped back in my room for fear of him seeing me. He went down
the stairs and into our dining room, as did my mother. I go down the steps after
them, making sure not to be seen. I as I come to the dining room, which is past
our computer room, I see the dining room light is on and my dad is sitting at his
spot at the table doing something, I can't tell what. My mother is cutting coupons
out of a magazine. I hear my brother coming and hide because I don't know if he is
infected or not. He walks by wearing a blue cape and drooling blue foam, somewhat
like rabies. He then leaves through the front door of the house. I hear a growl.
It is Chelsea, one of my two dogs and she is infected as well. I run and she chases
me. AFter a while, she runs out of breathe and turns back to normal. I think...
maybe outrunning them cures them. So I got my other dog to chase me and the same
thing happened. I realized that they were also a bit sluggish. Their stamina was
greatly reduced by whatever this was. So I went to the door and walked out. My
parents followed and I tried to run but it was like trying to run on the moon. I
managed to get away from my parents but then I encountered my brother at the bottom
of my driveway. He began chasing me and the dream ended.

I am in a forest but it is quite busy. This forest has many building and structures, the
most prominent of which is a shopping mall. I am in a building a good distance away from
this mall. It has a similar architecture but the purpose is much different. I am looking
for my friends from Indoor Percussion Ensemble at my high school. I think I came to this
building looking for them but they are not here so I decided to go check Somewhere else.
It takes a substancial amount of time to get anywhere because the buildings are all so far
appart. I go to the mall first. I go in and start looking. The mall is very interesting
architecturally. The oustide is, for the most part, cubic and there are ramps jutting out
from the bottom at every entrance. The ramps go to the ground and in the forest landscape
it looks extremely out of place, yet somehow, it fits. I go up one of the ramps into the
complex. I go up a set of steps. Everything is very professional looking. The marble floors,
modern stairs, and glass doors and partitions are quite well constructed and beautiful from
an architectural point of view. I cannot find my friends here so I leave and go to several
other buildings. After a long time of searching, I find someone I know and ask them if they
have seen the people from indoor. They say no, so I decide to check the mall again. I get
there after an even longer walk and go in. I go through the glass door and up the professional
looking stairs again. This time, I come up to a landing where I find several of my friends.
My friend, Peter, goes up to Canada to get some sort of high quality syrup. Two hours later,
he gets back with the syrup, and two speeding tickets. This is in Pennsylvania... We all
laugh about it and the dream ends.

Dream - Lucid

I was at a pool with Ryan and someone else. It was dusk, and continued getting darker and colder outside. We weren't supposed to be there. If we stayed and/or got back in the pool, we'd never be allowed to come back. The seasons were also changing. I needed help getting a raft out of the pool, so I asked Ryan to help me. He helped me to get it out, and we ran off through the woods, with him in front of me. We were laughing as we ran.

Then, we came across one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. There were glistening waterfalls everywhere, reflecting different colors, and they were running backwards. In the middle of the dreamscape, there was one big waterfall with a huge shimmering sphere on the top. The sky looked like dawn. I was awestruck. It was beautiful. This description doesn't even do it justice. I heard a voice, it sounded like the narrator from Little Big Planet. It said something like this:

"You see? The only difference between us is that it's not hard for us. It's more difficult for you."

The voice was very calm and comforting.

~

I was at my friend Courtney's family's house. We were in the living room with her two younger brothers. The living room looked like it did when we were in middle school. Courtney said something about wanting to go to my place later because she wanted to smoke weed. Well, that was a problem, because I didn't have any weed. I stopped smoking it. So Courtney asked one of her brothers, Tyler, if he had any. He said yes, so she went to get it.

She came back with a baggie of weed, but it looked like raw spinach leaves. She took a handful and put it in a vase of water, and put whipped cream on the top. Apparently, this was supposed to get you high if you sat near it and just kind of smelled it for awhile. So that's what we did, and it did get us high.

~

I was looking at my friend Bret's Facebook page. I saw pictures of him and his older sister. She was graduating college, and he was with her in the pictures, looking very sad. She was apparently graduating from Brown University. She had a red cap and gown on in the pictures. I think he wanted the honor of graduating from Brown. His sister looked like she was trying to cheer him up in the pictures. I wrote on his wall, recollecting a "memory" of us doing lots of drugs together, and how much fun we had had.

~

I was at a coffee shop, I think it was Einstein's (a coffee and bagel shop). It was very crowded, and I was sitting with my friends Sara, Sarah, Leigh, and Stephanie at a booth. The waiter, a man with short, curly hair, resembling a customer that frequents the shop I work at in waking life, came up to our table to take our orders. I ordered a small cappucino and a sandwich. The waiter told me that they were out of small cups...all they had left were larges. I told him alright, give me a large, but just fill it halfway up and charge me for a small, because there was no way I could drink a large. He left to go fill our order. I watched him go to this big bar in the middle of the shop, where they did all their cooking and drink building.

We all sat around and talked for awhile, and it seemed like our order was taking forever. Finally, the waiter came back with our drinks. He placed a small mug in front of me that was only half full. He left before I could say anything about it. Everyone else's orders were correct. I also didn't have the sandwich I had ordered. Stephanie offered me some of her tomato basil soup, but I said no thank you, and that I had eaten that for lunch that day. I got up to get my drink corrected.

Then, I was outside, and there was a huge line of people dressed in Renaissance clothing, all waiting to get into Einstein's, but they were all waiting outside not a shop, but an area full of tents. The sky was cloudy. I approached the manager, a bigger Indian or African man with light brown skin. He was also dressed in Renaissance clothing. I said hello, and he shook my hand. I told him I had a complaint, and he told me to follow him to his tent. We went up to his tent, and I told him about the drink mishap. He nodded and listened. Every time I looked at him, his skin got darker and darker.

I don't remember what he said, but he seemed...off. Like he had something up his sleeve. I realized I was dreaming, but kept talking to him. Then, as I got up to leave, I decided to take control of the dream. I examined my hands to induce clarity. I started to float upwards, but then, I remembered one of my lucid goals: To talk to a dream character. I turned around, and said,

"You know what? This is a dream!"
He didn't seem to believe me, so I kept talking. I decided to ask him some questions.
"What's 2+2?", I asked.
"4!", he replied.
"Ok, what's my middle name?"
"Nicole!", he replied.
I continued,
"Now how could you know that if we just met today? How could you possibly know my middle name?"
He got very flustered, and said
"Uh, um...uh...because...because..."
I finished for him.
"Because you're a projection of my subconscious!", I said triumphantly.

I decided to get out of the tent by floating up through the top of the tent. I flew up, and started to tear through the burlap of the tent. I felt how real the burlap felt. I tore through layers and layers of it, and then everything went black, and I woke up.

I was in a living room lying on the floor smoking a cigarette (something I've been quit for over two years now). I turned to my friend who was lying beside me, stumped the cigarette out and gave him the packet of 20 cigarettes because I was dissapointed in my self for smoking. I got up, went to sit on the couch and started to watch the TV. At this point I got wind that I might have been in a dream, but I wasn't entirely sure so I decided to do my most common reality check (looking away and looking back). Since I had turned my attention away to my friend who I gave the packet of cigarettes to I looked back at him and I noticed he had a 10 pack of a different brand, at first I thought it was a good indication of a dream however I thought to my self that he might have simply put the 20 pack I gave him away and the ones I was looking at were his 10 pack, so I turned my attention to the TV.

One the TV was an advert, it was of a family in a kitchen, advertising what, I don't know. As I watched the TV advert it looked like any TV advert would look in real life, people were speaking coherent sentences (unfortunately I don't remember what words were said), everything made sense and no matter how many times I looked away when I looked back at the TV it continued playing just where it left off. I even looked around the room at the people who were with me, some sitting on chair/couch, some siting at a dining table and again no matter how many times I looked away, when I looked back everything was just how I left it.

I was confused, really confused, for the first time in my life I was absolutely convinced it was reality. I sat there for a moment and thought to my self; I tried to remember how I got there and I couldn't (this unfortunately didn't act as a reality check as all other checks seemed to override it). My reality was a mess, I had no memory, I was completely lost, the world I once knew was no more and I had no idea what my place in this world was. Eventually I just accepted it and said to my self "this is reality," at which point one of the dream characters looked at me and laughed, as if to say "of course it's reality, stupid!"

I turned to my cousin who sat beside and asked him if he wanted to leave, to which he replied yes. He got up from the couch and when he stood up I put my hand out to him as if to help me up. He just looked at me, I said to him "help me up please," to which he replied "get up your self you lazy bitch!" This wasn't normal behaviour for him, the confusion set in again and I started to get angry. I shoved him and he shoved me back, so I grabbed ahold of him and pushed him right into the TV which was still playing just as coherently as it was before, untill the screen smashed.

I turned to the people sat at the dining table and they looked at me like I was crazy, I started to question the people I was with and it became too much for me. As much as I was willing to accept reality, I had to do one final check and try to wake my self up, it was the only way I was going to find out for sure what was reality. I woke my self up...

I notcied a little pain in my left palm and I noticed a tiny piece of metal protruding from the palm of my left hand. I managed to grip it with my fingernails and pulled on it and out came a long thin ball point pen.