non-lucid

(this dream is current, as of last night)

Side notes:
WILD attempt unsuccessful. I felt the onset of paralysis, but the sound of the heater distracted me, so I was unable to "dive". Ugh. I need to not let those things distract me! I may have to turn the heat down, although then I'll have issues with being too cold. I can't wait for summer.

The second time I woke up, I just couldn't tolerate remaining on my back. It's hard to describe the sensation, beyond discomfort coupled with a compulsion to roll over onto my side.


The dreams:
1. I was wandering through a hospital, which was also a university somehow. The elevators didn't work properly. The math professor accidentally locked me in the classroom; I don't remember how I got out. I remember that there were a lot of ledges and narrow bridges you had to climb in order to navigate even the most basic parts of the building, such as the library, and thinking to myself that it was unsafe.

2. I dreamed that M--- and I were driving through a city. It was an unfamiliar city, but it was on a bay or sound of some sort. I wasn't paying attention, and M--- was driving. He drove up the metal framework of an unfinished bridge, and over the edge, into the water. I bitched at him and told him that he needed to pay attention to where bridges end. Rather than letting the car sink, I dragged it along behind me in the bay so that it floated and started the engine, using the car's engine to push us through the water faster.

3. I dreamed I was lying on a mattress with Mom and G---, and G--- was trying to tell me that if you add red paint to yellow paint, it makes green paint. I was arguing with him that it did not, although at the time I couldn't articulate why. Mom began playing with actual paint, like finger paints, and made a mess.

(Woke up, used bathroom)

4. I dreamed I was in a city with high rise buildings. The light was shining off of them.

5. I dreamed I was talking to a rheumatic old man. He had oddly-colored eyes, one was a deep blue hazel with brown in it and the other one had a brown iris shaped like a flower, where each petal had 2 dark brown dots in it, and no pupil. He had a cloth that was soaked in bleach that he would sniff, and told me about how comforting it was to him to smell it, then pressed it in my face - I wasn't too thrilled with it, although I do like the smell of bleach sometimes. He then told me about how the gene for his weird eye was recessive, and asked if any of my relatives had the recessive gene. I told him no, because he was creeping me out. His eye reminded me of a weird cat I remembered seeing (dream memory, not real), a black cat that also had oddly-colored and oddly-slanted eyes.

(woke up and went back to sleep)

6. I dreamed I was grocery shopping, and trying to select food that I thought both my brother and I would enjoy. The grocery store was dark and dingy, and the freezer cases had cloudy glass and didn't seem to close correctly or be working properly. I was loading up on junk food, thinking that we hadn't been able to afford it lately and he would be pleased. I also bought Fresca. I wanted to buy a small sample pack of different sodas, but someone had stolen 2 out of one of the sample packs and another one was nothing but grape (I hate grape). I was disappointed.

Woke up. I need to remember to perform Reality Checks more often upon waking, though.

FA

I wake up in my room, and something is glowing red. There's a Darth Vader helmet that is emitting red light from it's eyes, and mouth. I walked around the room and it was tracking me via, motion detection. I was so creeped out by iit. I walked to the other side of the room so it would face away from my bed, and unplugged it. I thought about googling to find out if it had hidden cameras.

Part I - The Amusement Park

I had visited this place more than once in my dreams -- a theme park that looked almost broken judging by the worn brick walls that had a dampened red hint to them and rustic metal that looked almost desperate to be torn down. It was an amusement park of some kind, one that didn't label their rides or have any fancy sideshows or midway game stands. It looked like the shipping dock of a warehouse, and yet it had a more joyous feeling to it.

It was my mother, my brother and I who took favor to this place. My mother looked the same as ever -- long blonde hair with a boyish face that led just enough femininity to tell she was a mid-aged woman, though me and my brother were of a younger age. Being twins, this would make us 6 or 7 about. Perhaps older, but not younger. We had been searching for a ride, and my mother kept telling how it was my brother's choice because it was his birthday. Thinking of it now, that's ridiculous. Shouldn't it be my birthday, too? We were twins after all, but I went along with it.

He could decide of a ride, and as we wondered, we found one ride that we had been on in a past dream. In the dream previous, this ride consisted of much darkness, followed by some torches and the occasional spooky jump-scare, yet had all the drops and twirls of a roller coaster. We entered this ride and got in the car that could fit the three of us even with room to spare. There was only one car, and it was a blue, 50's carnival-esque shape. It also had no safety bars or belts, but I assumed this was a safe ride. As the car started to move, we proceeded unto darkness, thus ending the first part of my dream.

Part II - The Problem with Fast Food

I woke up at about 7:30-something AM, and didn't feel like staying up, so I didn't. I went right back to sleep, telling myself that I'd only sleep for another hour.

Near my mother's home, there is a small restaurant called In-N'-Out. It's rather popular on the west-coast for it's cheap prices, excellent fries and horrible waiting times, if you went by car anyways. In this case, my mother and I took a trip by foot to the 50's-themed restaurant, with orders in mind, or so I thought. Instead of going to the ordering window, we went deeper, into the kitchen. My mom said we were in a hurry so I had to order fast, and I did -- large fries and ice cream. My mother ordered likewise. The man in the kitchen -- a young Hispanic man in the employee outfit of red and white, gave us this order, but the ice cream was the star of this order. It came on a cone, and had at least eight scoops on it, towering enough to almost reach the ceiling. My mother gave out a groan of displeased humor, saying that we'd never be able to walk home with a thing like that.

He leveled the tower of frozen dairy to just one scoop, and we got our fries, and we went on our way.
We now had to walk home. It was sunset; the sky a blistering, hellish red with darkening clouds scattered in lines along the horizon like platforms in the sky. My mother was complaining about the heat, though I for one found it to be a very mild temperature. The ice cream agreed with my mother, though. Only five minutes since we left the place and they were starting to turn into a colored liquid. I did my best to hurry and slurp it up, and I did, my blond-haired mother apologizing to me that we couldn't get home sooner as we walked into the sunset, idly nibbling onto our fries. We never made it home before I woke again, almost precisely an hour later.

Notes:

Both of these dreams included my mother.
Her personality was rather different from that in real life. She's actually rather excited and playful, while in this she was worried and seemed stressed.
This is the third time I've been to the amusement part in my dreams. I've noticed no specific pattern with real life occurrences that induces the setting.
The In-N'-Out restaurant as well as the area around it was stunningly accurate to real life.

Interpretation:

Perhaps my mother is stressed or worried. I have taken notice of a change in her average personality as of late.
In-N'-Out might represent my increase in food consumption.
My brother's birthday could represent an imminent event with him soon. I'll keep track of that.

In this dream I was alternating names, sort of trying them on for size, like hats (I thought in hindsight, though sadly, no actual hats in this dream before waking up, which is a shame). They were mostly old family names, like my relatives maiden names, or names of close friends of the family.

This dream was all about self-identity, and I just know that part of why I dreamed it was because before going to sleep I tried to respond toa thread on dreamviews about changing gender in dreams. I say tried because I had server failed errors, so I do not know whether I actually did respond to that thread or not.

I also had some difficulty breathing in this dream, probably due to having a lot of congestion in real life, and hat raised the anxiety level in this dream.

Of course, given my struggles with myself lately and throughout life, anxiety about self-identity is not an unusual theme for me. Who am I? I am the one who is full of contradictions, and that's ok.

I think the fact that these were old family names is significant: I am aware that part of what makes me me is my family history, the women who came before me, who changed their names in marriage to redefine ourselves.

Dream recall from non-lucid naps.

Nap #1:

In the dream, i was still trying to WILD, but i failed again and was basically in the dream in the dream, and there i was still trying to WILD, family came and were annoying and distracting me about something, which ended up with me waking up in the dream where i forgot to reality check and decided to try DEILDing instead, then family was distracting me again and then i woke up truly, what the fuck.

Nap #2(fragment):

I was at home and we were using pigeon mail top send some messages somewhere, there was one weird pigeon that didn't looked like pigeon at all.

Total sleep: 9 hours
Daytime Techniques: RC’s, SH
Lucid Techniques: N/A
Recall Techniques: DJ
Fell Asleep: 6ish? Not really sure
Dream Title: Rescuing Vinnie
Dream:
I am searching all around my house for something or someone. My whole vision seems to be tainted somehow, like the shadows of everything are more emphasized. I know my parents have hidden the thing I am looking for, and often while I am looking for it, I see them stood extremely still at the side of the room, or in random places. Most of the time they seem to be either staring at the floor or straight at me. Another thing that is really weird is that the house feels a lot bigger, so it’s harder to find what I am looking for. It’s annoying that I have to look in every space that there is a spare cm because it seems to be taking a while.

I am walking down a corridor, and I know the half open door at the end leads to a swimming pool. Suddenly, I see them coming out of a door to the left just before it. A man has his arm around the person I’m looking for’s throat. I can’t tell if it is a man or a woman. Quickly, the man bursts through the door behind him, and I sprint to catch up. When I enter the swimming pool room, I look left, and see he is heading for the exit diagonally across to the left of where I am. Suddenly, an announcement is made.

“Attention all customers, rusty screws are now available on the floor.”

I see this as my chance and dive forward into the water. At the other side or 2 small people, dressed like something that reminds me of a Japanese clown. My dive has taken me half way across the pool (Width) already, and with a couple of strokes, I get to the side. With a jump, I grab the closest clown person and drag them into the water. With a few hits they’re dead. My eyes zoom in on a rusty screw on the floor, and I notice that the other clown person is looking at the screw as well. We turn to stare at each other. Then back at the screw. Then each other. In this moment of awkwardness, I dive for the screw, and at the same time I grab its head (I’m not sure how this is possible because they were a couple of meters away…). As hard as I can, I stab the clown person in the eye, but it is really difficult to push it. I then realize this is because the person is dead. I sit there for a couple of seconds, before remembering that I had to find that person.

I am back in my house again, and I am in the garage getting my dad a beer. I hand it to him, and then I look out of the window and see him sat in the garden glaring at me. This is creepy but I am distracted by another announcement.

“Attention all, bottle smashing is now permitted.”

A brown glass bottle filled with beer appears in my hand, and at the opposite side of the kitchen near the fridge, a woman also appears. Instantly, I know she is part of the group that have kidnapped my person, so I throw the bottle at her. She laughs at my failed attempt to hit her as my bottle flies off to the side. This happens again, but on the third try, I hit her, and she gets knocked out. She then disappears though.

I find that I am now on the rooftop of a building, and it is raining. With me are a couple of people. I realize that they are part of my LDing family, and we must stick together to pull through. They seem glad that I have realized this, and then send me back to my old bedroom. My Russian friend is sat there looking miserable.

“We’ll never find Vinnie.” He says, looking sad (AH HA! This is who I was looking for. IWL I don’t even know anyone called Vinnie…)

As he says this I instantly know where Vinnie is. I start humming the Pirates of the Caribbean theme tune as I make my way down the stairs. In my head, I picture Vinnie tied up in a janitors closet. As I get to the door, my parents appear, and I know that I can’t make it. However, I know that my friends will find him now. My parents begin to explain why they didn’t buy me the games (WTF?!), and I have a break down and start crying about how they took £50 pounds. My Mum tells me will give me it back, and I start to be happy again knowing I have money.

She goes on to explain how they were using the money to adopt Grace, but everything is okay now because she is already here. We decide to settle everything with a game of Mario kart, but as I play it I notice something odd. This isn’t Mario kart. The whole area we are playing in is like GTA, but it has Yoshi in a mushroom car.

Then I wake up. The end bit was so random. I was kinda disappointed when I didn’t get that £50 though.

Awake: 8.40am
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) 9/15
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) 6/10
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) 20 minutes
Dream Signs/Tags: rusty screws, Japanese clown person, vinnie

A lot of details lost in this dream:

I think I was at a mall. I remember at first there was some kind of out break of small monsters. At some point they were taken care of, I don't remember how. I find that my strength and speed are severely enhanced. At some point I come across this woman, I feel a mutual attraction between us. She attacks me, she's much stronger. She sends me flying back, I run back at her, while on two legs the front of my body still in front of my just a few inches from the ground. I put my arms out to my sides and run blades across the floor, but I don't have blades, it's just my finger tips. I come back on her and give her a good show of strength, my right hand no longer blade like I phase through her attacking at the heart, she knocks my arm out of her before I can get at her heart. She has her hand in me, her fingers phasing through my heart, a simple thing to kill me at that point. I look her in the eyes and we both smile. I ask if I at least put up a good fight. She removes her hand from my chest.

During half of the fight it was as if I almost saw simultaneous images of our self's in the same place, the set I didn't quite see were bigger and had a different shape. We come to some large double doors, a man opens it. The same simultaneous image thing is going on with him as well, but the image I don't quite see is much bigger then the us I didn't quite see. He ask us something. We come in at some point. There are more like us around, two groups, we head over to the smaller group. Each group encircles a regular person, they both seem scared. The simultaneous images of those of us who aren't the two regular people start to switch, we were all changing.

Me and the woman run off from this new group. I'm still more aware of the human simultaneous image of us both. We seem to both have the idea of sex, but both filled with hunger and blood thirst. Although I remember the group we left with the normal people they had cornered, I suggest we find some rodents or something first so that neither of us kill each other after our more intimate encounter. We run around at high speeds through the building looking for something non-human to eat. It occurs to me that inside the building might not be the best place to search. We needed to go outside.

This dream fragment tricked my memory: I thought I remembered already writing it down, but I clearly did not!

This dream fragment during nap time was about dreams and censorship, and how dreams elude censorship, and how dreamviews is also free speech.

I think I remembered more than that right after the nap, but as I said my mind tricked me. Out of some reason both this and the previous dream fragment show that my subconcscious mind does not want to bother with writing down dream fragments any more, which at this point in my dream recall I cannot afford! Yikes!

So it had something to do with this business that I had started. I would collect sticks and things from the woods and use them to make very basic bows and arrows. I would then sell them to people as a business to make money.
The bows were really poorly made, but they seemed to work really well. I had set up a bunch of targets in the yard so people could try them out before they bought them.
Then some business manager guy came along in a black suit. He told me that I should start hiring workers and making more arrows because people kept running out.

Pretty fragmented, but still.

Dream 1(fragments):

There was game of come kind, that had this 'virtuality' style with grids and geometry and it was somehow related to lucid dreaming. There was some sort of lab and there was professor of dreaming doing some research and telling me that i am doing something wrong in game, and a bit later he was showing me room where bunch of people were playing some game with super bouncy spheres(they bounced only on specific surfaces though).

Dream 2:

Don't remember much of dream start, there was some story about some martial arts dude that could also use some form magic and he could get sealed souls onto his side. Then there was rebellion of some kind.
Then there was one scene where some child was getting annoyed and was attacking everyone including me by ramming, then after we got him to calm down there was discussion going on and that martial arts dude was showing up again.
Then i was at home, which looked almost entirely different from IWL and more eastern styled, and there was some discussion about some game, and in a bit i was in that game. It was about something in space, i was in some sort of spaceship or space station, there were 10 space races that got to get some unity agreement of sorts, that included humans and i was apparently representative of them(sadly can't recall how any of them looked).
Then i was in some sort of museum, apparently searching for some information for that martial arts dude. There were some really big rooms and also one of guards was apparently a blue chinese dragon that wasn't really good at disguise and also he was playing in the pool whenever nobody seen him. Later on i got information i needed and i was just annoying other guards and then being chased by them.
I was at home that still looked different and eastern styled, martial arts dude was there preparing for something, i went to balcony and there were some mosquitoes annoying me, so i tried to lock balcony door by bending some iron bars with bare hands so it couldn't be opened. Then that dude started some form of ritual over the book with weird seal. The seal was apparently locking some soul inside a book and he was unsealing it and moving it to his own book, there was also agreement between them so it was not forced. It looked like some blue particles and dust were moving from one book to another. The ritual almost failed due to random book falling from the bookshelf and interrupting the particle stream, but he managed to regain control of it and finish it.
Later on i discovered that my home was apparently in a castle on a flying island and there was some other dude that accidentally fell off it.

Sunday, 3/10/13

Have been working pretty much non-stop last couple of weeks, including at nights. Not much dreaming/recall going on.

Yesterday and today had some bad dreams.

Today

DR- I'm in a dorm like setting. My auntie and uncle are visiting?

I just woke up and I'm telling my auntie that I almost got LD, had she not woken me up. (IWL I remember having "white screen" and some headrush, so I probably did almost get a DILD). On the white screen, some letters were showing up, all mixed up, but I know they would read lucid dream (ing).

They are asking about some names I have on the wall. First one is my signature, rest of them, I tell them are signatures of my friends. I'm not telling them the whole truth, because I know it's somehow LDing related.

They tell me it's dangerous to have whole names on public display and I know they are talking about LDing also.

I'm in bed, cuddling with my brother, trying to flip my hair that's falling in my eyes and covering my view. I hear some stomping sounds coming closer in the hallway. I know this is it, I should have erased the names from the wall, and I was going to, just didn't get a chance yet.

Then I'm with a friend of mine in some building. It's a long dream. We are in some room, looking for higher safer ground, because I hear the stomping again.

IWL - is it possible, I was hearing HH while about to LD?

Well... this was an interesting night. The first thing I'd have to say I noticed was that all of my dreams took place at home. And not a home rendered wrongly or somewhere else perceived as home, just my regular old house. Doesn't seem like that happens too often with this many dreams, but it's probably just a coincidence.

Anyway, this time I took 50 mg of zinc at 9:30 and smoked some calea at ~10:00, and then I smoked more for technical WBTBs at 5:22 and 7:40, according to my phone log. This night actually started out very unpleasant.... I passed out with my laptop in bed and must have fallen asleep on my arm at a weird angle, because around like 2-3 in the morning I had this odd hypnagogia of orange dots in a grid setup expanding to orange circles with a weird hissing sound, and then I woke up with a high level of anxiety and very extreme right arm pain. I freaked out and ran to the bathroom to inspect myself and my whole perception was going hazy and getting really bright, and I ended up taking a couple Librium pills as well, which are chlordiazepoxide, a close relative of diazepam, or Valium, hoping to calm myself down. Like half an hour to an hour after that, I woke up again with a lot of stomach discomfort and had a very uncomfortable bathroom visit, which I blame on all the pizza I ate yesterday and the day before.

That was finally the end of the festivities though, and I hadn't had any actual dreams before all of that, so after I fell asleep again from that point on is where my night really began.

#1 - I wondered when this would happen again. [Non-Lucid]

I don't remember how exactly, but I met a girl and I want to say her name was Jessica (and I was looking up pictures of Jessica Rabbit cosplay last night, so maybe that had something to do with it?), and I invited her over to my house because I had some feelings for her. Once she came over, the dream continued on under the impression that we were already in a relationship together and this was the first time she was visiting my house. I can't remember exactly what it was we were doing... watching TV or playing games or something, but we were just cuddling and acting all cute with each other the whole time, and then later we were eating a meal and my dad and one of his friends were standing out on the back porch and he was peeking in to tell me some odd instructions for burying something in his room that my mom was purposely ignoring. Then I gave Jessica a tour of where our food was, the two fridges and the pantry, which were completely packed with all kinds of heavily-detailed food (influenced by the calea?), and she made some joke about the cereal that I can't recall now. I was really happy to be with her, she was really cool and collected and definitely my type, but then as we were headed to my room I woke up.

#2 - I get the reference, but... Butters? [Non-Lucid]

I believe I was waiting for a game to be delivered in the mail, when a group of policemen showed up at the front door. I barely cracked it open to talk to them, and after a little discussion they held up some chemistry glassware and told me that my dad and "my friend" (who I immediately perceived as Butters from South Park) are both hardcore cookers of random drugs and they were after them. This was very clearly influenced by the fact that I just started rewatching Breaking Bad with a friend of mine. They asked me to get him and tell him to go out back, and I went to tell him what was going on and then returned to the front door, and I started freaking out knowing that they were going to search the house because I didn't want them to find my stoner stuff too, but then I woke up.

#3 - Well this dream was pretty dark.... [DILD]

I was again in my house with my parents and a group of friends and there was some killer with a gun stalking us, she kept moving all around the house trying to get a good view of the inside through the windows so she could shoot us. My parents took my friends somewhere to hide safely while I just kept hiding around in the house in strategic places where I couldn't be seen, but where I could just barely peek out every now and then and continue to track the killer's movements. Eventually it seemed like she wasn't going to be able to get us easily, so I ran to my bathroom where there were no visible windows and met up with my parents there. I asked them where everyone was and they just laughed and told me that they weren't actually my parents, they were people that the killer payed to disguise themselves like that so they could get close to me undetected and take me out. My heart sank, and at least one of them pulled out a handgun. I had to wrestle with them until I could get one free, and then I managed to take them down and shot them both in the head multiple times to make sure that they were dead, because they kept moving. I headed back out and my memory gets a little blurry here, but somehow I managed to track the killer down from the inside and shot her too before she could shoot me.

At that point a few of my friends and some family members came out from hiding and we all were celebrating. But then this TV show came on in the living room with lots of shooting going on and will still perceived it as people coming after us, so I pick up this big machine gun out nowhere and start shooting at them, but just one shot at a time. I managed to shoot one guy and felt good abot myself, but then my cousin A, who's birthday party we went to last night (and ate pizza), just rolls her eyes and takes the gun from me. Somehow (I'm not sure if I looked away and back at her or what) she had actually entered the TV show completely and was rapid-firing at everyone and easily takes down all of them. Around this time I randomly became lucid. I actually managed to remember that I had smoked all that calea, which is really a first for me, and I decided to try to jump into the TV screen as well which was now in the area of the living room where the corners of the couches meet for some reason. I just wanted to hug A, but as I jumped my perception just zoomed in and then floated around the room for a couple seconds before restabilizing, and a couple DCs (I want to say they were my parents?) just looked at me like I was weird. I looked over and the TV was now back in its proper place and there was some Star Wars game just sitting there on the startup screen. I decided to try again with entering that game, but just as I was about to go for it I woke up.

#4 - Why couldn't we have just watched it in person? ._. [Non-Lucid]

J and Z, this girl I just met recently, came over to watch some sort of Lincoln play that was going on somewhere in my house, but we were going to watch it through random TV screens around the house instead of just seeing the actual thing. I can't remember exactly what it was about, but I know that a lot of the speech Lincoln was giving was based on that clip from a show I really can't remember the name of right now, but it's the one where it starts with the girl asking a panel of politicians why America is the greatest country in the world and the one guy goes off on this long rant about how it isn't. Unfortunately we kept changing rooms trying to get a better reception or a bigger TV screen, and we basically missed all of it. Afterward everyone was leaving, because there were a lot of people here, and J hitched a ride back to his campus (in another state ) with some girls who were going to some bar or club called "88" that was supposedly right next to it. This other big group of girls was about to leave too, but some random guy came in the house and told them that their car got towed because they didn't have a parking permit to park on the street in front of my house when there were already so many cars there, and they would've known that would happen if they had just listened to him before instead of just brushing him off. One of the guys still at the house volunteered to drive a couple of them home, and I asked where the rest of them were headed, but before they could respond I woke up.

And that's it. All of these dreams were actually pretty vivid too, so I suppose the supplements did their job.

03.10.2013

Lab Torture (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am a young girl, maybe 7 years old. I am locked in a laboratory where an evil man is performing cruel experiments on me and this boy who is a few years older than me.

The boy is thrown back into the lab after one of his tests. He says that he has been shot in the stomach and needs my help getting the bullets out. He hands me a pair of needle nosed pliars and starts to take off his shirt. I'm somewhat confused, because he has breasts like a girl, but he is a boy in every other aspect. I decide to not think about this.

He shows me where he had been shot, but the wounds are completely healed and are now just scars. He seems confused. I realize that he must have special healing powers, and I tell him this. He says it makes sense, because they injected him with something before his tests started.

I get an idea. "This might sound kind of gross," I begin, "but... Do you think that if I drank some of your blood, it could heal me?" I currently have a broken arm because the evil scientist became angry with me.

The boy says it couldn't hurt. He is just about to give me some of his blood when the scientist rushes in. He looks furious. "HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TAKE HIS BLOOD!?" he screams at me. I curse myself for not realizing we are being monitored.

He visciously breaks both of my legs until I am screaming and crying on the floor.

There was more to the dream after that, but I no longer remember.

Original entry dated Feb. 18th, 2002:

I dreamed that I woke up and pressed my hand against my forehead. My skin was moving. You know how it feels when goldfish (or any other sort of fish, except for maybe piranhas and oscars) nibble at your fingers? It felt like that - all over my forehead - dozens of tiny moist nibbles.

I got up and looked in the mirror. My forehead was covered in dozens of tiny red... mouth-things... only without teeth. Moist, cherry-red little mouths, each about the size of a pimple, gapping open and closed and each of them making tiny peeping sounds like baby chicks. I couldn't stand looking at them, or bringing my hands anywhere near my face - I just wanted to gouge them off...

...I went to the doctor, and they were apparently some sort of parasitic infection. I learned that, unfortunately, it spread really fast and through skin-contact. There was only one way to treat them, too. The doctor had to inject each mouth - individually - with an antibiotic ointment. It wasn't so much painful as disgusting. When they died, they shriveled up and fell out in tiny brown balls, leaving dozens of tiny, deep holes in my forehead.

My dreaming mind wants to know why bother with dream fragments. My waking self is shocked that this is not clear.

Too groggy now to type.

EDIT:
This dream fragment indicates that my subconscious mind is becoming impatient with dream journal and dream recall, and would like to cut some corners. My conscious mind says "No!" First of all right now most of the dreams I remember are dream fragments, and it's still way too early to take dream recall for granted and not to work on it as hard as I can. Also a lot of my dream fragments have been gems in my opinion: I greatly enjoy and treasure them, so not focusing on recalling and writing down all dream fragments would be a bad idea.