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10/19/10

I had a dream that I was back in my old high school.. I was getting lunch and it was odd how I was standing there looking at the food being served and my surroundings. I guess I had lots of odd experiences in that particular high school and I haven't had any high school dreams in a long long time ( from what I can recall..)..
There was this old woman behind the food bar and she was pointing otu the different foods and I was so determined to just grab a salad but couldn't find any.
I walk out of the school and see all the students lined up outside I figured they too were either trying to get back in or were waiting for lunch.
I look across the street and see where I use to live as a child and this strange feeling overwhelms me.. I felt so vulnerable and just didn't want to be there.
Instead of me walking home I walk to the corner of the block and head up to see if I would see the store I use to go to called the "milky way" ..all of a sudden it starts to get dark and next to the store was an Italian restaurant.. what is odd is from my real memories there never was an Italian restaurant by the store " milky way"..
So I walk in and there is this tall Italian man smiling holding the door open for me and I look down and see this dog at the end of the leash.. small white dog and he tells me " Here you go bring her back tomorrow.." I replied "okay I will".. I feel good walking with this dog and it is night out..
I start walking to the direction of home where I use to live as a child.. but this dog makes me feel relaxed and so much better.. weird but I didn't feel alone.
I get home and the dog is stays with me.. my dad and mom are there I still feel weird because my parents are currently divorced and have been for a long time.. there is much bad blood between them in real life.. so in my dream seeing them two together was weird.. but than again it was a dream lol.
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Suddenly my dream switches and I am back at the restaurant to get the dog again to go home.. this time the Italian man had a different dog.. looked like a small lassie type dog and it's tail was between it's legs. The guy told me the other dog ( that I had took home ) was in his house and he had that one and wondered if I could take him.. I feel this lump in my throat.. feels like I am going to cry. I told him I would love to but the dog is too small and younger dogs tend to be more active and my neighbors would not be happy about it.. There is another woman standing holding a pile of folders in her arms and she is smiling down at this little dog.
I am standing there with a book bag and the Italian man starts checking the dog's lower body.. he says " He doesn't seem good at all something is wrong.. " I told him " looks like he ate something he shouldn't have.. young dogs tend to eat whatever is in their path.." The man nodded and told me he will take him back home.. I apologized greatly and start to head up the block back home.. feeling sad wishing the other dog was there with me..

Weird dream

September 19th 2010

Switch - Good and Evil

Awake Non-Lucid Semi-Lucid

I realise, there's a switch on my right hand. It isn't actually there, but I can feel it with my fingers. It slides, obviously analogue. I wonder what it does?

There are trees around me, along with what looks like shops. I slide the switch over to the left. Everything brightens, lines are smoother, people smile at me. I slide it to the right. My vision smudges, lines darken, the smiles drop off of their faces as quickly as they came. I set it back to normal.

I realise I have a job to do, but I can't remember what. There's a wall to my right, too high to climb. I run up it instead, and peer over. The drop below is much further than what I ran. If I fall, I die. But there are ledges, suspended over the space. Large, muscular men guard them. How can I get past?

I slowly turn the switch to the right, but not all the way. Everything darkens again. As soon as I jump down to the first ledge, one of the men grabs me, snarling, and throws me off. I don't die, I don't even hit the ground. In fact, I'm exactly where I was before, crouching over the edge of the wall. I flick the switch to the left. The men let me jump from ledge to ledge, although some look like they're thinking off throwing me off. I feel like i'm in a videogame.

When I get to the floor, I don't take very much in. There's a sofa that I walk to, and see my friend sitting there. I become slightly lucid, and flick the switch all the way to the left. My friend grabs a sheet of paper and draw a light sketch of wings on it. What does she mean? I fly onto the wall again, and face the forest. I flick the switch all the way to the right.

Instantly, I wish I hadn't. Every outline is dark and smudged, the world turns grey, there are shadows everywhere. It's as if I've entered a nightmare. The beautiful forest goes up in flames. People are marching out of it, screaming at me, holding weapons. I forget the switch and run.

Stalker

For some reason there's a shop under my school. I walk down the dark, damp passageway leading up to it, I really hope it isn't some scary cellar. But luckily, when I get there, it's not. There are clothes everywhere. I remember I needed to buy boots for the winter, and head to the shoe section. After getting rather bored, and getting sick of looking at leather, I quickly go into a changing room to change.

When I get out, I'm wearing a silky pink, strapless dress that goes down to above the knee. I wear dark pink heels to match. For some reason, I can't walk very well in them (which is odd because I can walk fine in heels. Practice makes perfect, right!?) . I budge past the people blocking my way and head out a door opposite the one I came through. I'm in a theatre!

The seats are slanted as they go up so everyone can see. But at a very steep angle. I'm so high up that if I get out of my seat wrong, imma die. I literally need to curve my legs under me to hop onto the floor from my seat. Somehow, whiles i'm puzzling over this, the show ends.

[Dream skip - A few minutes] I'm back in my normal clothes (jeans and t-shirt) and i'm walking home. Ethan calls me from behind. Shit. This guy pretty much stalks me (I'm being serious guys, LOL ) . I don't say anything. Goddammit, why am I still wearing these heels? I can't get away from him fast enough. He gets pissed off pretty fast and pulls out a bow and a sheath of arrows. Because he's so hardcore...

I notice he's got a "friend" up ahead who's done the same thing. Now they're trying to shoot me. I kick off the stupid heels and run for it. Somehow I'm faster than usual, but there's still a chance I get hit. Luckily, I don't.

Transformation

Note: This one really creeped me out. I woke up with a really awful feeling because it was a late REM stage so it was vivid too. Basically, I watched a really sweet girl turn into this evil blood-thirsty monster. Like nothing you've ever seen before. Go watch the recent Starwars Sith thingy and you'll understand.

For some reason, I think my room is a pirate ship. And it's the room in my old house, which I haven't been in for three years. I'm in my "ship" when a innocent looking, blonde girl comes in. She's smaller than me, with deep blue eyes and shoulder length hair, with a full fringe. She looks unhappy for some reason. She tells me that she needs to save her mother. That her mum's been taken and she needs to get her back. Her name is Kate. I tell Kate to come back tomorrow, and we'll go get her mother.

[Dream skip - The next day] I'm in the ship, when Kate swings in (literally, on a piece of rope hanging from the hall outside. Don't ask me why ). She's got black eyeliner on, and has gelled her fringe back. She's enthusiastic, which is good. We get going.

To move the "ship" we sway from side to side. I watch the ship from third person but can still feel my body. We go down my street and onto the road. Kate shouts at me a couple of times because apparently I'm steering wrong.

[Dream skip - Unknown] We're close to where Kate's mother is. She's slowly changing. Her hair is now long, and dark auburn in colour. Her eyes are turning a brownish shade. Shadows are lining her eyes. We don't speak. I don't trust her.

We're walking along a meadow, in the middle of a forest. Suddenly, Kate turns to me. She screams that I've led her to the wrong place. That I'm trying to kill her. Her body keels over, and she starts retching. I think she's going to be sick. Her chest puffs up, and suddenly, hair is coming out her throat. It's still attatched to something inside her. She grabs a knife from her belt and hacks at it furiously. When she's finished, she grins at me, evily. I have the feeling she might try to kill me in the most brutal way possible. Her hair is now shorter, and spikey. Her eyes are red.

Something rustles in the bushes. She does a backflip and stabs something. She drags him out of the bushes and laughs as she stabs him again and again. I stare in horror. What has happened to her? She's out of control.

[Dream skip - Unknown] I'm sitting, alone, in my ship/room. I can't get over what a monster Kate is. I still see her red eyes and sharpened teeth. Blood splashed over her, with a mad glint in her eye. I seek knowledge to how this happened. Instantly, a voice in my head tells me to look to the Corners, the Shadows. I do. I look at the shadow and corners of my ship, and hear a voice.

The voice tells me she is a lost soul. That she always has been, I just didn't see it at first. In my mind, he replays our first meeting. I stand, watching myself and Kate talk. Now I notice the way she stands. Close, uptight, analyzing everything I say. Calculating. But from my first glance, she was just someone who needed help.

Then as she swings into the ship. I thought she was enthusiastic, now I know all she wanted was blood. She was after everything and anything out there. She probably lied about her mother. She was always the murdering psychopath, I just hadn't seen it. It was all a disguise. I watch as she slowly reveals her true form. I watch her eyes slightly darken everyday, the shadows around them grow more prominant, her teeth sharpen to points.

Finally, the Shadow leaves me to dwell on these thoughts.

I look up, and her eyes are set on my. Blood is dripping from her finger tips. I know her secrets, now I have to die.

Method: DILD
Recall: below average
Lucid Ability:not tested
Vividness: Average
Dream Length:Average

I'm on IRC and I have a couple of tabs of porn on, and I keep tabbing back and fourth. I sense to people behind me, and I'm right. Don't remember who they were, but I felt weird about it. They didn't notice, so I guess I was quick enough. I right clicked them and closed them down while IRC was still up. I remember talking to Lostsoul, but I don't remember was it was about.

(scene change)

I'm driving my car down a familiar road near my house, and there are three girls in the car. All of them are yapping about something, and I don't remember how I got here. Now here's the tricky part. Maintaining the wheel, RCing and staying totally clam as I realize that i'm dreaming.

Nose pinch was successful, and I decided to drive right off the road. We went through some tree and other impossible stuff, and stopped a an area that had all this sand and small lakes around it (because the controls of the car started getting stupid). I immediately headed to the back seat. There was a black girl, a blonde, and a brunette, and I decided to ask them some questions. I don't remember most of the questions I asked them, but I do recall asking the blonde girl her favorite band. "Fink 182", she replied. "Thats not even their name, and they suck, get out of the car" I told her. She got out, but she headed to the front seat.

The brunette girl immediately unzipped my pants and started stroking me. The black girl turned around and watched us. She was practically drooling. I asked her, "what's up"? She said she was getting off to watching her play with me. I told her I told her I was getting off to her watching us while the other girl played with my cock. I pulled her in and started kissing while rubbing on the other girls tits. The brunette had already taken everything off by the time I turned back around. She told me she wanted me inside her.

I rotated around, and pulled her waist towards the edge of the seat and parted her lips and slid in. I got about half way in, and it was a dead end. I slid out and back in, and the same thing happened. "I guess I wont get to show her my long stroke" I thought to myself. I continued fucking her until everything faded.

I normally don't post my dreams, but I feel like this one is worth it so enjoy.

19.10.2010

Trapped in a Dream (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm driving down Gay toward Shane's house and I suddenly realize I'm going the wrong way, so I pull into a driveway to turn around. When I pull into the driveway I get out of the car and start walking for some reason. I'm walking up Gay and its nighttime so I'm trying to steer clear of the road. Suddenly I have a brief moment of lucidity and I think "Why am I walking? Am I looking for my car?" So I start running up Gay scanning the edge of the road for anywhere I could've left my car when I'm again hit with a flash of lucidity "This is ridiculous, how could I end up in a situation like this," I think, "I must be dreaming." It's the only conclusion I can come up with although I still think its very unlikely. So I slap myself in the face a couple of times and "wake up" lying on my bed in my dorm room. I feel extremely tired and I can't open my eyes or move much at all. I think "I'm going to be late for Tech and Civ if I can't get up soon," but I still can't budge and am too tired to really care. Someone comes into the dorm and they come up to my door and open it. I hear a man's voice and two girls but I still can't open my eyes. They see me sleeping and a girl says "Oh, I'm sorry." and a man (apparently one of roomates) says "Sorry bro." I think I manage to mutter "it's fine" as they close the door. I can hear the TV on in the background and I think to myself "Ok, its really time to get up now." So I visualize myself getting out of bed and putting on my clothes but I still can't move. I start to panic a little bit and think that I'm deffinately going to be late for Tech and Civ. I'm still too tired to really care though and thought of just skipping it was crossing my mind. Suddenly I'm jolted awake for real and I'm laying on the bed in my dorm. I test my limbs and they move just fine. I look at the clock and see that only about ten minutes have passed since I fell asleep "that can't be right" I think. And it hits me that I must still be dreaming. I crawl out of bed and I'm not nearly as tired as I was in the dream and its a great relief. I check the door and see that it is still locked so no one must've come in. I flick the lights on and off to see if they work and they do so I realize I actually am awake. I start writing it all down then I check the clock and realize that I'm late for Tech and Civ.

10/19: I'm not sure why I'm thinking about something I dreamed about in 2001 and 2007, but like dreams I've had of James Lafferty before in 2007, it's left me cautious or unable to get a grasp on life the next day.

The last thing I remember before getting this dream the first time around in fall 2000 or spring 2001 was hearing this song being sung in a Jamaican accent at the end of a Steven Seagal film from 1990, Marked for Death. Then in this dream I see this country road with this fake board game on the floor that's based on the film Scream. I suddenly hear a young man screaming and wonder if it's someone in the van or is it the electronic game board. I wake up the next day (a Sunday), wondering who that was making that screaming sound.

The same dream happened around six years later after having an epic fail of a day in college (someone crying because someone wanted to do something and she wanted to do something else the day before, getting handed a loss in a game in class and the other team went nuts because my team lost, getting an unexpected friend request and group invitation on Facebook all in that order), my mind when I went to bed on February 15, 2007 wanted to make my bad day even worse. This time the screaming sound was different and sounded like the loudest scream heard in the Cruis'n games (the '90s arcade game series - USA, World and Exotica) from a male/female driver in traffic or a stalled computer-controlled opponent when you crash into them that sounds like a child (and the car you hit suddenly flips over or goes flying halfway across the screen if you went too fast). The dream made no sense a few scenes later and acted like the dream as explained above, except this time everything quieted down and I was in the passenger seat of what looked like a GMT800 (GMC Yukon), going for a ride down the country road again, and this time the driver resembled a young man in his 20s. I wake up at 5:30 am the next day, and all I could think of was someone I knew in high school and unable to get a leg up on life, and the next day in the computer lab, I go to Wikipedia and manage to put a name on the dream character, resembling Devon Sawa from films such as Casper and Final Destination (the first one). Maybe it was trying to tell me to get away from stressful situations?

I should post here more, but I don't. Eh.

Two nights ago I was in an instance in World of Warcraft. I *was* my character, which was pretty cool. There was some incessant doom about to take place; I think it was the seventh book of Harry Potter, because teachers were running around all over the place. In my dream, the seventh book hadn't come out yet, so I was excited to be part of it.

As we're running away from the doom, there's this long bridge with holes and cracks in it. I'm freaking out, but Bryon keeps pulling me along. When we get to the end, Bryon pulls us off (either that or he jumps and I follow him). I was freaking out, cause I knew we were gonna die - but we didn't. I looked around, and we were back on top of the bridge. Bryon said, "Because it's a DREAM!" We started walking back across the bridge, calmly this time. I started to realize it WAS a dream, and I tried to take in all I could. The colors were stony and looked like Northrend in WoW, but they were so vibrant and lifelike. I decided I didn't want the bridge to shake anymore and I didn't even realize it fixed itself.

When we got to the gates of the instance we had just left, I tried to read the words on the doors. I couldn't, of course, but I tried to "put the letters in order," and my brain told me they said, "Mana Tombs." I was like, that's not right, but whatever. So we went into the instance. It looked a lot like a dream I had recently where I saw an ex at the RenFest. McGonagall was standing on a step preaching about something; she had our quest. We got our quest, which was to retrieve something from a boss. I thought I knew the best way to do it. I play a rogue, and I was sneaking around trying to get by mobs, but Bryon plays a pally and wasn't so lucky. We had to fight some people until we came upon some old ladies to challenged us to an orgasm contest! XDD; We decided to do it, but in the middle of that, I woke up.

★★★☆☆

Four hours of sleep, and suddenly this monstrosity comes along. It's fairly disjointed; I don't have a whole lot of time to play with it, so without further ado...

10/18/10



Harry Potter tries to mess with the fabric of reality, I have diabolical plans, and Dumbledore disapproves as usual.

"Just think about it," I tell her. "With this kind of breakthrough, we could completely alter the way humans perceive reality!"

Sophie looks up at me, skeptical, one hand keeping her place in the textbook. She's holding a pen in her other hand, and she taps it impatiently against her notebook. She pushes a few strands of short red hair out of her eyes, and says, "I know what happens when you try to play mad scientist, Harry."

We're sitting across from each other at a long wooden table. Sophie's studying - this is a library, after all. The interior is almost entirely decorated with red-stained wood, giving the impression of a highly modern, really big log cabin. With lots and lots of glass (and books). Sunlight streams in from the huge windows, and outside is a view of the forest, and the other school buildings in the clearing.



"Chaos, generally." I say, grinning. Some of the other students notice that I'm grinning, and quietly begin to edge away from us. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

skip

There's this thing I have to do on the computer. It's very important. I'm sitting outside on the green grass, trying to do this very important thing, when - hey, will you look at that? Dumbledore's on Skype!

Albus Dumbledore appears in a new window, looking very grave indeed. This is somewhat offset by all of the spinning and twirling metal gadgetry on his desk.

"Harry," says Dumbledore gravely, "I've received word of the research you've begun."

"Really?" I say, looking up from Minesweeper. "Brilliant, isn't it?"

He sighs. "Harry," he repeats, "This is not a road you cannot walk down unscathed. You'll be returning to Hogwarts."

"Um..." I say slowly, "No."

"By force, if necessary."

My computer pings.

"Did you just -" I say, looking at the screen, "Did you just track my location through my internet connection? You realize I'm on a different PLANET? How the hell does that even -"

But Dumbledore's appearing at the edge of the wards, walking into the school grounds the only way he can. I meet his eyes for just a moment, and I disapparate.

skip

Moving through Ixburg, and I'm running. I'm moving through a jobsite, people from my hometown who were, apparently, in direct competition with my family's business. By some sort of mutual agreement, they all ignore my presence, and I pass through completely unnoticed.

Back doors of the grocery store and I'm having a conversation with someone before I disappear again -

Narcissa Malfoy. We're standing in some anonymous hallway of a starship, looking out into the black.

"I don't disapprove of your cutting his influence out of your life," she's saying, "But I'm not convinced that making an enemy of Dumbledore will be conducive to your goals."

"There are greater forces at work here. He may get in my way," I say coldly, "But he can't stop me."

Narcissa nods once, sharply. "Very well. My family is at your service, as always."

I'm closing my eyes, casting my senses out into the nothing. Golden light is cutting through the darkness, pushing it away, burning.

"You need to leave," I tell my informant, and I'm hurtling out into the void of space, an ethereal being of energy and animal and just a sliver of humanity. And the burning, fierce presence is crying out, raising its wings.

Fawkes.

He's found me through Harry's holly wand, called by the phoenix feather within. I smile and pull another wand from my sleeve, one made of ebony. And as the phoenix is upon me, I call up the Void, and I meet the creature's light with an unfathomable darkness.

Boom.

(O'Neill: What the hell was that?)
(Carter: I don't know, sir, but it almost blew straight through our shields. We're lucky it wasn't closer.)

"Grab my arm." I tell Sophie. We apparate from planet to planet, trying to get Dumbledore off our trail. One, two, three, four, five. Hoth, Antarctica, Europa, Tartarus, Miranda.

I appear in the woodshop of the school in the clearing. There's another person in the room.

"Where is my daughter?" The woman asks.

I look around, but Sophie's nowhere to be seen.

Dumbledore.

skip

"Aurors and their locking spells," I mutter, pointing my ebony wand at the door. The lock clicks, and I open the door to the super-secret impenetrable Unspeakable Library. "Well, come on." I hiss at the nervous man behind me.

The two of us shuffle into the library and quietly barricade ourselves in one of the rooms. We're pretty sure that the information we need is here.

The man is flipping through a card catalogue, mumbling under his breath. I'm scanning the books on the shelf, but something seems out of place. I feel a presence. Thinking it's a guard, I make my way over to one of the closed doors and peer through the keyhole. I'm looking for the beam of a flashlight.

At first, I don't see anything. The hallway is white, and bare, and dark. I look through at a different angle, and

look directly into blood red eyes. There's no pupil, iris, sclera, it's all a murderous shade of red, and for a moment, I'm held captive by the gaze. I notice, peripherally, that she's a ghostly little girl in a tattered white dress and everything is bleeding into itself

She flickers, like a strobe light. In and out of existence, and suddenly, she's in the room with us

Harry is terrified, and I'm calm. The ghost is on us, tearing into our essence, and Harry is terrified but I know that there's no danger but I can feel his fear

Everything's going dark

And I wake up, disoriented, in a pitch black room.

Scare Factor: 4/10

Oh. It was a dream.

It made sense at the time?

I am restarting my dream journal (for the umpteenth time!).

Fragments:

I am kissing a friend's girlfriend (LY) on a bed in a bedroom. It becomes very passionate, and we're just about to have sex when I stop and explain that I can't cheat on my current girlfriend. At that moment, MP walks in and shoots me a very surprised look. He leaves the bedroom as quickly as he entered and I feel embarrassed.

The above dream was really unsettling considering I've been in a relationship for 3 months. If anyone has any advice/opinion on this dream, or if this has happened to you as well, let me know.

Later, I am on a very busy street with lots of people. I recognize I'm dreaming (more like semi-lucid). I see a bridge, and I begin to pick people up and toss them over the side. I begin to flick my hands and people and things go flying in whichever way I point. One of the DC's exclaims, "you can do that?!". I see an analog clock and try to make the hands circle rapidly by closing my eyes and concentrating, but it doesn't work.

Hello
I'm really back on track with the whole lucid thing Only problem which stays is that I wake up after realizing I'm dreaming.

Vividness: 4/5
Recall:4/5
Hours of sleep: 7.6h

I'm in an hotel. I'm on a some kind of holiday. It's already evening and I'm exhausted. I go to bed and try too sleep. But I can't. It's to hot insides I'm sweating. I finally get out of my bed and I decide to leave the hotel. I open the door and I'm outsides. It's sunrise. There is a bus and my car. I meet someone and he says to me, that I have to pick someone up in the city, where my university is and drive him somewhere to France.
I don't pay really attention. I'm in a bad mood. I just go in my car and drive away. While driving I'm wondering how I have to drive to get at the right place. I realize that it's impossible to go at this place so I drive to somewhere else.
In front of me are a few skyscrapers. They look really weird: They have terraces on the top and the buildings form a gigantic pyramid. Each roof-top is connected to another one and at the top of the highest building, there is a huge statue.
Suddenly I'm flying, but outside my car. I sit on a pillow. It flies higher and higher gets nearly to the highest building. I want to catch one of the hundreds stairs on a roof-top, but my pillow flies away without me.
I start to fall. I get a strange feeling. I feel that I'm lying on something, although there isn't anything. I realize that it's impossible for me to fly in real life and that it's unrealistic that I'm falling from the sky. I'm glad that I realize it, because I had begun to panic a bit because I'm falling from so high.
BUT everything gets directly dark and I awake
I have my eyes closed. I start to imagine to fly in a rocket and I'm saying in my head: "You gonna re-enter your dream and you will manage to stay lucid". I repeated it several times.
BUT something strange happens: I suddenly hear my brother's voice in my head. It says: "That isn't going to work!". I began arguing with this voice who came from my subconscious. I thought : Shut the f*ck up !"
I' m in a completely other place. I'm in a late night show. I don't realize that I'm dreaming and simply listen to the speaker. He's explaining how it's possible that people think that Michael Jackson is still alive.

The End.
Don't forget to KEEP IT UP!

First thing i can recall is just being released from jail and being extremley hungry. I ate a ton of food at some junky restraunt then went and got high with some friends. Later i text my girlfriend at home in my room and said my usual goodnight. She replied with "fuck you fagot, i know what you said to shane" Im like fucking great whad shane do this time? I called shane nd he said i told him i was with my girl friend on saturday, which fucked him over because he told his parents he was with me, which wasnt possible cause my girlfriends parents who were cops told his parents that he was at something else. Might have been my fualt might now anyway so i get a call from my gf as soon as i angirly through my fone under the bed. (told my self in dream once i throw my fone under the bed its gunna ring) and i expected i would have to make an apolagy speech to get her back. It was her dad on the fone who like i said was a cop and two time heavy weight golden gloves boxer, true statment, and told me he was coming over in five. He showed up in like one second nd I did most of the talking in my room. Turns out he was a good listner and let me explain my side of the story which i really just bullshited cause i didnt no what my side of the story was. I wish i new how i ofended my gf nd my dream explained it better but im still clue les nd shes stil pised of in real life. Anyway the room started to morph and i remember being at a really fancy wedding dinner on some football field and i was just pigging out infront of her father. Like i had like 5 plates of steak and mash potatoes. I told him that i just got out of jail and was hungry. He laughed taking it as a joke. Then my friend cody showed up and the three of us sat at the table watching a firework show overthe field .I said this must be an expensive wedding wow. Later my world morphed back to my room and i was in my bed and the dad was about to leave and said thanks man for coming over i had a fun time, like we just ended a date or somethan. I asked cody what i should do and he said walk him to the door. I was but naked so i but on some shorts and now there was some black dude standing in my hallway. I figured it was her other dad but now realize wtf my girlfriends 100 percent cockasian. I woked both of em almost to the door and the dream ended

4/12/10

Last night I went to bed around 3:30 am and woke up around 6:00 am for school. I have a type of insomnia where I just have no drive to sleep and can't get my self to lie in my bed regardless how tired I am. So today in goverment class I decided to take a nap because I already knew what we were talking about. I lie down and slowly drift off to sleep over the sounds of my teacher talking. All of a sudden i'm in my old neighborhood in wisconsin. I'm with my friend Joel and his brother Micheal. Were sitting around his driveway drawing with chalk. The pictures are removable and were eating them and throwing them at each other. I have no idea what they tasted like but for some reason I think they would have tasted like chocolate cake with chocolate icecream on top. I look at Micheal... to me none of this makes sense. But then I almost let the dream retake over and just keep going with the flow. I think to my self what harm will it be just looking at my hands once. So I look down fully expecting them to be completly normal but their not! My fingers were allll messed up and had multiple spots with random fingers popping out. Also some of them were connected. I felt this huge surge of energy flow through me! Like i've accomplished my wildest dreams. It was an amazing rush and got me wayyy to excited. In the middle of the dream picture a white dimond appeared. It was as if some one was cutting a snowflake into my dream picture. I could hear my teacher talking again but i was still half asleep. I knew I lost lucidity and failed to DEILD even though i did everything right. My teachers voice was distracting me but im still very happy about it!


-Zerk

I finally had some recall this morning for the first time since the 12th.

I dreamt i was at some kinda cottage with some family friends. I remember having conversations with my friend and his step dad, but dont remember the dialogue. There was a storm happening and i saw a family from the neighbourhood on their boat, bracing for the waves from the storm. I was watching from a view that a camera would have if it were a movie. As if i was watching them from the middle of the water. The waves lifted their little speed boat and dropped it, rocked the boat until the middle daughter fell into the water. At this point i was at the "beach" and helped her fight off a huge fish that looked kinda like a 2' long black piranha or one of those deep sea fangtooth fish. And helped her back up onto the deck. Woke up soon after.

I had a short dream before and another one after this one, where i was on msn with Ninja telling him i dreamt about some guy, and he told me he did too. We compared details and it was the same person in both our dreams. But i cannot remember any specifics. (also, don't have ninja on msn irl)

It was the end of the school day, and I was walking to an after school club. Two boys were being jerks, so I told them to...go away. I finally found the meeting place in a classroom, and the 2 men where there. Ugh. I sat in the front and ignored them. After about 20 minutes in the meeting, the phone rang and the teacher answered it.

"Yes, she's here," He said. He looked at me and motioned for me to come to the front of the room.

"He wants you downstairs now. Someone has reported that you have been carrying weapons to school," He says. Whaaat?

I march downstairs to the commons where an officer takes me outside. We walk into town and sit on the curb.

"Have you been doing drugs?" He asks violently.

"No, I have not," I respond.

"Tell me the truth," He says, louder.

"What makes you think I'm even on drugs?"

"GOD DAMMIT TELL THE TRUTH!!!" Strangers begin to stare.

"What the hell? I'm not even on prescription drugs!" I yell back, "I've had enough of this shit." I pick up my backpack and walk away.

The next afternoon as I am walking home I realize that I forgot my sketchpad back on the street curb. I walk into a small store and ask if they have it. A cute Asian store manager hands me my sketchpad with my little drawings.

I sit outside her store against the brick wall and begin to draw. The officer sits beside me. Oh god, not him again. From my peripheral view I can see that he is balding, he doesn't have much hair as it is. He is Caucasian and a little chubby.

"I am sorry for my behavior yesterday," He says cooly.

"Whatever," I'm thinking about leaving.

"Look around you," He says. We are now in a bigger city, a little smaller than New York City, and people are bustling around us. We are still sitting with our backs against a building wall. "The people here know nothing of awareness, and I don't want you to lose you're awareness either." What did he mean by awareness?

"Keep the light inside you burning strong, and never let it die."

I believe that the dream I had last night was lucid. From what I can remember, I was in my friend's bedroom, in his apartment where I was spending the night. It appeared to be daytime, so the room was very well-lit. His roommate was sitting on the couch, which now had all of its cushions in-place, whereas in real life I had removed all the cushions to create a makeshift bed on the floor. But that isn't what tipped me off to the fact that I was dreaming. For some reason, what tipped me off was seeing my friend on the other side of the room getting clothes out of a laundry basket. There was no reason why that should have alerted me to anything, but I guess I remembered him having done that earlier and having no reason to do it again. I said out loud, "wait a minute, I'm dreaming, aren't I?" At this point, I decided to get as much done as possible before I woke up. The first thing I said was, "Okay, here's what we're going to do, we're going to ride dinosaurs." But as I was unable to get dinosaurs to appear, I changed my mind and said we were going to ride dragons. But then, deciding that that may be equally difficult, I turned to the couch, where my friend sat on the right and his roommate was still on the left. I told them to make out, and they did so. I was rather excited by how well this was working, but what made me feel uneasy was their total lack of expression or emotion. They had may as well have just been robots or something. I started to feel like I was making them do something against their will, and started to feel bad about it. Losing interest in this activity, I turned to the window. My friend was now sitting in the desk chair to the left of the window. His roommate was still on the couch. I said that one of them should open the window. Neither of them acted. I decided to be specific. I pointed to my friend's roommate, telling him to pull up the blinds on the window, and that I would think of something to do as I went along. He pulled up the blinds, and from outside it looked as though the room was several stories higher than it should have been in real life. I could see the top of a reddish colored tree near the parking lot. Everything else was a white light. Before I could think of something else to do, my friend began talking about something technical, something that I didn't understand and found very boring. I suppose I got distracted at this point and woke up.

I first started typing this on giogoMoget2's thread, Real life will be a dream when we die, so is it just like a loong dream? . But then I realized I'm better off just posting it in "Dream Interpretations", and maybe some members can even give me a few hints in interpreting the odd dream. The whole "life might be a dream after all" aspect that giogoMoget is talking about reminded me strongly of this... I dreamt it two months ago, but I remember the details clearly, because I wrote them down immediately after waking up.

Dream: At first, I was some random girl (not myself) having e fight with her boyfriend in a public place (I think it was a mall). There were other people around, some of which we personally knew - family members... And then suddenly there's this huge earthquake and the two of us fall off the stair-platform we were standing on. At that moment I thought to myself "I'm not gonna make it". Up until here, everything feels like a normal dream: a bit fuzzy, a tad chaotic. But from here on... the mood changes and everything feel SO realistic. So when I fall off the platform, everything goes dark. But then, later, when I start regaining consciousness, I clearly remember thinking "Oh, thank God, I'm still alive". I open my eyes, though, and notice I'm NOT alive at all: but in a dark room, with a dark figure looming over me. I'm terrified. Terror grows stronger when the dark figure puts two strong fingers on my belly and I feel pain. This next bit is kinda hard to explain but let's hope it makes sense... After I feel the pain, I get the feeling of "waking up from a dream", readjusting to reality. And then suddenly the dark figure and the room and the situation become quite familiar. "He" had been my "boyfriend" in the previous life, and he'd died just a few moments before me - so now he came to wake me up, too. Now that I've refamiliarized myself with "reality", I know we're a couple of souls who keep experiencing one lifetime after another. It's "normal" to do so. Then we choose a new life and go live as new people. We die again. Come back to the dark place again. In total, I died THREE times in this dream! And woke up as we were choosing a new lifetime: I'd chosen a pretty black-haired girl and he was gonna be a chubby (and kind of ugly) young man. I remember saying "Oh come on... don't!" because I knew he'd only chosen that body to spite me.

Another odd feature: Usually when I dream, it's in third person. I see myself (or the person I'm "incarnated" in, since I'm often someone other than myself) doing the actions. In this dream... the bit that happened in the mall and the two lives after that (in one I was a man and I decided I could fly, I actually DO start floating in the air, but I see a shadow figure on the street and arrogantly think "Oh yeah, I'm not afraid of you!". I fly towards him, and hit a car and die. And in the other I was a girl who got attacked in a dark sort of abandoned garage) - all those were normal "third-person" dreams. The bits in which I was a shadow figure interacting with another shadow figure, were all first person. Including the moment "he" pierced my belly and i felt terror and pain.

Real-life context at the moment the dream took place: The next day I had to wake up at 4.30 to catch a plane with my parents. We were going on vacation. I'd never been on a plane before but didn't think much of it: I wasn't at all scared about the idea, but rather was looking forward to it. The dream, however, shook me up a bit - the fact that it made me feel like death was not something to be scared of, made me kinda tense. Also, I can never usually go to sleep when I have to be awake at an early hour. I can't even sleep before big events such as exams, because I know I have to be awake and alert very early the next morning, and I keep looking at the clock. This time I fell asleep quite easily though.

I apologize for the encyclopedic amount of text. It was a long dream, and I generally tend to write more than necessary