non-lucid

08-02-2012 -- Its late at night, and I am in a room on the third floor of a beat-up, worn house. There may have been lots of interesting things getting me here, and involving people and chases and stuff ... I have the barest hints of such in my mind. Unfortunately, if there are, I can't remember them, though details are pretty good from this point on. I'm kind of tired, and am thinking of sleeping, perhaps after just a tiny bit of 'private time' to aid in sleeping. Unfortunately the door to the room won't lock, or even properly latch. There are some guys out in the halls who seem to be playing football or something, and they keep bumping the door and knocking it open.

I go out and try to talk to them about it, and one of them (who makes me think of Ogre from Revenge of the Nerds) points out there is a note from the landlord on the door saying it is never to be completely shut because it would be a fire hazard. By this time the door has vanished, and it is now a bit of a mattress that has been leaned against the door, instead. I am trying to find a way to position it so it will leave a gap of several inches at the very top, where it will still allow some privacy, rather than at the side. Just can't get it to stay that way.

Suddenly my third floor room is very rickety, and the only access is an unstable staircase which seems to be turning into an even more unstable ladder. As the football players wander a few feet, a blonde who I think is Billie Piper has come over to speak to me for a few minutes, then wants to get back to the ground floor. She is afraid to try the ladder, however, so has put on a climbing harness is is going to kind of scale her way down, except I have to use a rope/bungie sort of contraption to lower her down, as well. She's scared, and things aren't working too well at first, but I release some of the tension, and soon have her at a point where she only has to drop about a foot to the ground on the outside of the house. This has also lowered me to the ground on the inside of the house.

I head out a door where the football players are, and I find myself in a mall. It is still the middle of the night, mall has long been closed, and we are the mall security. [Possibly inspired by a conversation with somebody working mall security on here last night before I went to bed.] There are several people wandering around when they shouldn't be, and we start to try and run them out. I take a minute to walk in a restroom, turn on a light, and relieve myself. For some reason I am about a foot long. I'm thinking that is kind of cool, but as I fasten my pants I am now perhaps four feet long, the end of myself trailing out my trousers on the ground, and with a faucet on the end of it. It is some sort of joke item, and as I come out of the restroom like that, and we're walking back toward the house, the football players are joking about it.

As we walk along, the site has kind of turned to Indiana Wesleyan University, where the FCM convention is going on. This is a magic convention I have attended a few times in the past, and I believe it is going on this week in real life. Anyway, as I am walking along, one of the other guys has picked up my egg vase and is looking at it, and discovers the secret to it and is waving it around. I grab it from him and am trying to get him to stop ... does my act no good at all! Strange little dream.

I was at a traditional market gathering where salesman sale their provision and livestock. As I mix with a group, there's a guy who I assume as an internet provider worker show me a timetable which full of numbers.

"Do you know what is this?" He ask me.

When I saw an earlier chart of numbers on the timetable, I quickly remember a deviant act I did on internet in my waking world. I stare at him then I close my mouth to his ear as don't want others who present there heard what I said.

"I only did it once!" I said. (If you are curious, it was nothing inappropriate but if people around me found out, I'm screw!)

He only keep quiet then stand and leave me. I quickly follow him and curious at what he really want.

Then I encounter another group of people. This time there were two people following me. We were being treated with drinks and we listen to their complain. As I listen, I saw my two companion lied down and their eyes were close. Sleeping drug? I assume and one companion of mine collapse to the ground.

As the commotions continue there's a group of female came to our way to rescue us. I assume it's the earlier group which I associate just now. But they are so slow and they were being threaten with our life.

"Come and I would slash his throat!" Said our kidnapper as she point a knife at one of my unconscious companions.

The next thing I know, we were being caught for good but I'm alone this time in a room that full with compact green glasses cells. In the cell I saw unnatural being were trapped inside the glasses cell. They look like ancient ghost in the old China or Japanese drawings. As I drift in the air, I stare at those glasses one by one. There were ghost which trapped inside the glass and there were ghost which being trapped only at their foot and hands. At that time I assume that I was a ghost too.

Then I try to prove my innocent. I once was a good ghost! I said. But this time I was viewing the dream as the third person like I was reading a comic.

i was with M and we were in probably in a hotel, when we called L and her husband. it was unreal bc all she would do was laugh at her husbands jokes which weren't funny. It was the 1st time I talked to him. Somehow in my dream I could see him, while talking to him on the phone. The only thing I can remember him saying is that he was glad to have talked to me. I specifically called for L . She left to use the bathroom to put on makeup and I was mad that I could not hear her. After, she asked me "huh?", which just provoked me. I think I walked to the store with M after that, just thinking about the crazy experience I just had .

I wasn't able to remember my dreams for ,at least, a week now. I increased my amount of sleep and voila! I remembered a fragment...Hopefully, I'll keep my sleeping schedule consistent so I can DJ more often and "vividly".

First I would like to mention: In this dream I did not see any blood besides in the last scenes. It did not feel like killing people, they rather got unconscious.
I was in a war. I don't know what happened before, but a classmate and I were the only people alive from our team. Suddendly a huge army appeared. First we only saw a small part of them and started firing. I used a special type of ammunition which schould change peoples minds, but instead I noticed them turning into rocks. Then we looked further and I realised this being a army of many man. (At this moment I didn't see people turned into rocks anymore.) Strangely they offered us to refill and reload our weapons and then to fight against them. At the fight not everyone started to shoot at us, meanwhile my classmate was shot - he wasn't dead but he was bleeding. They took him away immediately, nobody was shooting anymore. Then they took me somewhere, too.

I was in an elevator with someone. We got to a floor in an apartment building, we turned right and went to the house on the right side. I told the person that I used to live on the 24th floor at the exact same spot. The numbers of floor must have increased to more than 30 (the top floor in RL), since the floor we are on is above that.

I was in a classroom, the teacher said something, we all got up and walked out of the room. We walked together in the hallway and entered another classroom. All of us were suppose to sit in groups of four, since my friends and I got to the room last, there were no seats left for us together. My two friends quickly took the seats near the door and I walked to the seat on the left side of the room. I sat down and when I looked back up, the person in front of me was different, the original girl was sitting one seat ahead instead.

08/01/2012
2AM - 8AM

A nonlucid, plagued with obvious dream signs.

I don't remember the onset of this dream, but it seems I was dropped into a story, where I was at my parents' house. I was dressed as a geisha, and my parents had managed to come up with 3 suitors for me for possible marriage one night. I know, geishas don't marry, but this is lame lily white American geisha apparently. My outfit was beautiful though. It looked like a traditional geisha costume/uniform(?). Also, the entire ensemble was made from gold silk peu de sois. I saw my reflection once in the reflection of the bay window in my old bedroom. And my hair looked like this:



So the suitors. One was Octavio, a baker I used to work with, who looked confused as fuck to be here at this, "suitor competition." The second was Cheech Marin (thanks, mom). And I don't remember the 3rd, but I remember he was also Hispanic. Not that any of this matters to me, I married a man from Venezuela irl. I have no idea why suddenly I was a geisha, betrothed to one of 3 Hispanic men. At any rate, the entire party was stopped short, because a horrible storm began. In the sky, there was a giant patch of gray and black clouds, pouring rain and forming the usual wall clouds. We all remarked at how they would probably form into tornadoes. Then I noticed, in the center of the cloud mass, the shape of Texas, only it was backwards. I rationalized it like this: the storm was aiming for Texas. And from the storm's point of view, the shape of Texas wasn't backwards. It only appeared backwards to us because we were in front of the oncoming storm. Then suddenly we were all in front of my house instead of my parents', and my mom yelled at me "Where's Chris?!" I noticed he was standing under the mimosa, completely drenched from rain water. It was as if the only rain cloud was over him and the tree. I took him inside and it became the interior of my parent's house again. And his baby shoes were all over the floor. I remarked how cute and nostalgic this all was.

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

I am in the Olympic gymnastics finals doing the floor exercise. I am way ahead of the competition.

Dream 2:

I am climbing Mt Everest for the second time. This time I am with Kelly Bundy (Christina Applegate). She is worried that I will go crazy on her due to altitude sickness. She has some catch phrase that will make her baseball card worth a lot later (?!?). We take a very long and round about way to the top.

I woke up (false awakening) and I am writing all of my previous dream down in my dream journal in extreme detail (at the kitchen table). I went through the entire morning. My wife gets ready for work and is about to leave until she sees me writing in my journal. She says "wow that must have been a good dream." I feel very satisfied and relieved that I am able to remember such a vivid dream. My wife and I leave the house for work and she is following me to get on a freeway. All the while I have some sense that I am dreaming. Some guys are on top of a light post (they kind of flew up there). I try to ignore them so they don't think they are cool. I tell my wife to watch out.

Dream 3:

I keep getting strange messages while I am at work (in the dark). There are strange beings having sex with girls. One looks like a tree-like alien with a large root penis. Another is a sea anenome type thing sucking some chicks p*ssy.

Dream 4:

Suddenly I am in a heated debate with my wife regarding Mike Trout vs Bryce Harper. I am trying to explain how Trout is so much better because not only did he miss a month of the season, but he is also a lead off hitter and his power numbers are so much better than Harper's. She doesn't agree with me (in real life she is on my side).

I have a couple strange dreams such as Mr. Garrison from South Park flying around my room pooping on things and playing silly games. I wake up all of a sudden and I am in my back yard with my two cats on the fence fighting. This is not a common occurrence for my cats so I look into the house to call for my wife. I feel incredible pressure on my head and I am scared. This shock puts me back into my bed but the pressure is still there. I realize it might just be sleep paralysis and that I am safe, so I start focusing on the pressure. A few more images pop in my head and I hear a sound like a radio broadcast. Then I lose the sensation and wake up.

07-24-2012 -- I'm in my room in a house where I am renting a room, and it seems like Randy (one of the roommates where I currently live) and I are sharing a room. There is very thick dust everywhere, and it is obvious nothing has been dusted in years. There is a third roommate here, as well, and he has a slim black girlfriend. I'm thinking about asking the others for some help in maybe dusting a little, but figure I am not going to ask until the girl friend leaves. But Randy already has a can of Pledge, and is starting to work.

He's dusting a table, and to help him out, I start picking up the stuff sitting on the table. He asks me where I am going to put it, and I admit, right back where I picked it up from, but in the meantime, he'll be able to dust more of the table. Mom is there, as well, though she doesn't seem to actually do anything.

Soon things shift, and I am driving in the city centre of either Cambridge or London, and am thinking about the recent visit I made to the museum in another dream. Strangely, though I could have sworn I posted that dream, I cannot currently find it. In the car with me are mom, Randy, and the black girl friend. I'm turning a corner, and suddenly the brakes don't work, and I find myself jumping a curb onto a lawn, and hit a couple of wooden posts that help me to stop.

I'm right next to a broken down car, and suddenly a police car pulls up next to both of us. I'm worried the cop is going to give me a ticket, but he seems to be ignoring me. I can't go forward, and I have cars to the left and the right, so all I can do is start to slowly back out, but the brakes are still not working, and I am worried about them. I'm being very slow and careful, but as I approach the curb, I am afraid I'll shoot right back out into the intersection, so I open the door and stick out my foot, using it to brake.

I'm still on the grass, right at the edge of the curb, and now the cop is watching me, so I want to be very sure I keep control of the car. I decide I better carry it to the street. But when I turn around, it suddenly isn't there. So I bend over and pick up a large nothing, and very carefully set it down in the street. I'm still worried about the brakes in my, now non-existent, car, but the black girlfriend tells me to just add some brake fluid and I ought to be fine. I seem to remember an Auto Zone about a half-mile down the road, so I figure I can get some fluid there.

The car still isn't there, so I very carefully climb into nothing and mime taking a seat. None of the passengers have any problem doing the same thing. As we're just sitting there in thin air and about to start driving, a young kid comes up to us and fastens a Pleasure Island wrist band around my wrist. He starts nattering on about saving seats for me and collectibles and stuff. As he runs off, I tell the others he is a great kid, but I don't know why he is saving seats for me at a Disneyland stage show when I am currently closest to Euro Disneyland.

We start driving, and I realize I am on the wrong side of the road, but so are most of the other cars. In my dreams, most people in England seem to be tourists who can't remember which side of the road to drive on. We keep kind of drifting from one side of the road to the other. Meanwhile, this road in England seems to be Euclid Avenue, and the shop I seem to remember is just a couple of doors down from Euclid and Malvern / Chapman in Fullerton. But it is in England.

I'm nearly to the building I am looking for, but it is no longer an Auto Zone, but a photography store being run from an old house. We step inside, and I really need to buy some of the flat round batteries for my camera, but I don't have any money. But I remember that I don't have a car, either, and that hasn't stopped me, so I just reach into my pocket and pull out nothing, which I figure I'll use to pay for the batteries. That was I don't have to borrow money from mom.

All the people who work in the shop are females, and somehow I know they are all werewolves and vampires, though it doesn't seem to be affecting them right now. I've been here before, and the woman who owns the place remembers me, even though it has been 15 or 20 years. Somehow zombies are mentioned, and one of the women snaps out "We aren't dead, yet!" I see Amy Pond walk down a hall, but only half-register it in my mind. The whole thing is very surreal. A few moments later, she wanders back through and starts up the staircase. I turn to Chris Hires next to me, and in tandem we both shout "We've got Amy Pond" kind of like the Weasley Twins shouted out "We got Potter!" at the Hogwarts sorting.

07-28-2012 -- I am driving down a road, in Omaha, I think. It is late at night and I am hungry. I am hoping to find something to eat, and as I drive along, I find a New York-style pizza parlor. The name is something like Giovanni's or the like. I stop and enter, and find the place does seem to be open, but shelves and cupboards and displays are almost empty. I realize the place has either just opened, or is in the middle of selling everything and shutting down. They only have something like three choices of topping, cheese, pepperoni, or sausage. I really push it and ask for all three on my pizza. The guy is making me a very large pizza (at least 18", maybe even larger) but doesn't seem to know what to charge me. I offer him $15, but keep wondering to myself if I might have offered too much or too little.

As I am waiting outside the apartment-like parlor, there seems to be somebody hunting me. I spot a figure in a nice suit who seems to be following me, but is trying to stay out of sight. He keeps dashing around corners or hiding behind walls. He is trying to shoot me with bullets or poison darts, and soon seems to be trying to build some sort of explosive mine or something, but it falls apart. I gather up as many pieces as I can to try and keep them away from him, then run off.

A couple of miles away I come to a warehouse on the NE corner of an intersection. I glance inside and find it is my warehouse, and there are three small box trucks that I know are filled with explosives or something. There are some incompetent thugs that have been sent to hunt me down that are driving down the street in two larger trucks filled with some kind of ordinance to use against me, but they are stupid, and they really aren't at all sure what they are supposed to be doing.

I convince them that I am not me, but am actually one of their bosses, and I order them to start moving all the stuff in their trucks into my trucks of explosives. Since they are carrying things like detonators, I know this can be a dangerous combination. I wait until they are both out of site in a couple of the trucks, and then go running to the south while they cannot see me. As long as they don't actually see me running off, they won't be worried, and will keep doing as I told them.

I know that when the explosion happens, it is going to be very powerful, and most likely nuclear, so I really want to get at least a mile away, so I can be safe. I keep running south in Omaha, and get a couple miles down to a major street. I knew what the street was in the dream, but cannot remember it now. Dale is now with me, and we are both running. We get to this major street, and find a bus just pulling up. We both board it, and I have .75 for the bus fare, but when I try and put it in a slot, the driver starts screaming at me that it is the wrong place, and he orders me to put the money in a different slot.

He is very rude and obnoxious, and I really find I don't like him. He keeps screaming abuse at me, and I am considering really telling him off, but instead decide to take a seat. As I get a little further back in the bus, he orders me to choose a locker and take the key. Amazingly there is a row of lockers. I tell the driver I don't need a locker, and he just gets more abusive. Rather than fight about it, I pull out a key that turns into a lock in my hands.

Dale and I sit down, nervous, and quietly discuss the upcoming explosion. We keep our voices down because we don't want the other passengers to hear us and report us. Soon the bus has turned into some sort of stadium, and we are in the stands, surrounded by ladders made up of a kind of horizontal window blinds. To get higher up and move to the next level, we have to climb these rickety blinds, but as we get a little way up, they all fall apart and collapse, leaving us to fall on our backsides.

I get to an area with some nice sofa-like benches that seem to be a little higher up, so I hope to have a shorter way to climb, as the blinds-ladders start to reappear. By this time it is feeling very much like some sort of video game, though we're in it, instead of just playing it. I look around and find Dale is gone, so I realize he must have solved the puzzle, and moved on to the next level. I still don't know how to do it, so I pull out my cell phone and call him. There is a lot of interference, and I can barely hear him, but he says something about the lock before the call drops. I start to realize the bus driver may have been an idiot, but there was a reason he ordered us to take the locks.

I wait a few seconds for the blinds to reset again, then start to climb. I go up about twenty rungs, and can just feel the tension as the thing is about to fall apart and drop me. At that point the dream kind of turns into a good news/bad news story. It's good that the driver insisted I take the lock. It's bad that right as I need it, I drop it. It's good that I happen to have a combo lock of my own in my backpack. It's bad that I can't remember the combination. It's good that the combination is printed on the back of the lock. It's bad that the combination is wrong. It's good that the thing opens up, anyway. It's bad that as it opens up, it starts to fall apart. It's good that as it starts to fall apart, it has turned into a lock mechanism like "The Club", the thing they used to sell to kind of lock steering wheels.

The bar that I end up holding is exactly what I need, and I slip it over some sort of stud on both ends of the blinds, right before they start to fall apart. Everything beneath me collapses, but I am able to continue climbing up to the next level. By this point, the dream is feeling like some sort of a competition, as well as a sort of video game. I find myself in a strange, colorful landscape that very much reminds me of the new Runespan in Runescape, but the place is very weird.

People are running around, throwing bowling balls, base balls, basket balls and other objects around, but the rules of physics don't seem to fully apply. Balls swirl down odd gravity wells, or break holes in the walls, and people follow them to try and find paths to the next level. I throw a couple of bowling balls, and they work all right, but when I try and throw the smaller balls, I can't throw worth beans, and always let go of the ball way too late, so it slams into the ground a foot or two in front of me, rather than flying through the air and triggering anything. Somehow I manage to make it at least a half a level further, however.

Now I am grabbing guns and things, and shooting at weird aliens and targets that seem more like a Buzz Lightyear-type of shooting gallery ride at a theme park. I'm doing a lot better with this than with the throwing balls thing. I shoot my way through several targets and barriers, and kind of fly into the next area.

I suddenly find myself in a swim suit in what seems to be a very colorful water park. I am on a large field with circles of colors with numbers in them, looks like some sort of giant Twister game. I see some odd footwear that is kind of a cross between flippers, snow shoes and skis. I try and get one on one of my feet, but don't have a chance to get one on the other. I have to start trying to run through the fields as different numbers are being called.

If I land on one of the circles before another number is called, jets of water help propel me in the right direction. If I hit the wrong circles, the water is pushing me in the wrong directions, and is liable to knock me over. Soon I have shot into the wrong direction one time too many, and find myself in a red sort of structure seconds before water is going to come at me from every direction and fully soak me. I'm horrible at this part of the competition, but I am also really having fun, and I am just starting to laugh about the soaking as I wake up.

08.01.2012

Alyzarin and Rave Master (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember much here, but I definitely feel that I'm near Alyzarin. The room is bright, and I believe can see a glimpse of the black undershirt and black long sports pants with the white stripes on the side that she wore with my peripheral vision.

Alyzarin is showing me a few drawings she did, and from those sets, she showed a picture Haru and Elie from the anime version of Rave Master.

It wasn't like this, just using this to remember the outfits.

We continued to talk about random things that I can't remember too well. I didn't get to see her face unfortunately.

She has light brown hair, a beautiful shine to it, long, curly and wavy too. I couldn't recall her actual voice, but she was cheerful and talkative when she was next to me. She was glowing with enthusiasm, even though I couldn't hear her at all, and she had a slightly pale skin. It was probably because of the lighting in the room that made it seem that way, but I didn't really mind at all.

I looked at a picture of Haru and Elie. Haru is on the left side of the picture (from my view that is), and he's wearing the long sleeved black jacket with the Rave cross symbol just like in the anime version.

He also has a white shirt underneath the black long sleeved jacket as well, and Elie is on the right side next to Haru. She's wearing the sleeveless tank top with the rave cross symbol in the middle of it as well, and she's wearing the short blue shirt (it could've been the light red one she occasionally wore too, or not, oh well).

Haru and Elie are smiling, and it seems they have their focus on what's ahead of them. Haru has his right hand elevated above his head, probably to block something like the sunlight. I can't remember what Elie is exactly doing in the photograph, but she does have her mouth wide open smiling.

The next set of fragments are kind of confusing in finding out where they belong in this same dream plot. They could've been different short dreams, but I'll just combine them together based on certain characters showing up.

(Okay, this is the part I'm not sure belongs here, but my gut feelings says that it does).

After talking to Alyzarin, I go inside of a room that's way darker than the one I was in with her. I eventually reached one of those old types of elevators. It had a wooden base, and metal railings formed in a rectangle. Honestly, the elevator itself just looked like two wooden bases (top and bottom) being connected by metal rods to create space for those going on it.

The elevator, or whatever this thing was, could only contain one person. It felt kind of small, so I decided to sit down crisscrossed on the wooden base. The elevator slowly lifts up, and as I'm waiting to get to wherever it is I'm going, I see the bright white light emitting from the room I exit to get to this room.

I see someone slowly come out into the light, but I can't see their visage properly. I look at the blurry image of the person in front of me looking at me go up, and the more I look at them, the more I feel that I'm going to miss them a lot.

The only person where I would have that kind of feeling in a dream would be Alyzarin.....I couldn't do anything but just watch whoever it is stand there, and once the elevator went so far up that I couldn't see her anymore, I just stare at the brick walls from this point on.

The room, and even while going up the elevator, had that kind of dark blue atmosphere you see in dark rooms, if that makes any sense...

The elevator finally stops, and I get out, but I'm looking down on the floor before looking up.

I see things in first perspective, just like when I met Alyzarin, and I'm still looking down on myself, and see that I have no shoes on at the moment. I look up, and find Haru from Rave Master is on the left side. He tells me that I can find some shoes to where he's pointing, and while he's doing that, it seems he's in the middle of a conversation with someone else.

I look at the shoes Haru is wearing, and it's a pair of black lace-less shoes (maybe there were strings, but they were most likely too small for me to tell at first glance).

I look over to see which shoes are there for me to use, and the only ones that are there is a pair of light brown shoes. I couldn't tell if it was lace less, or had small shoe strings, and I picked them up and before I put them on, I realize these shoes look exactly like my father's shoes in waking life.

Greeeeeat, this moment is just screaming, "Being in your father's shoes..."

LOL.

I didn't really have time to think about this dream making me be in my father's shoes, so I quickly put them on, and I think I asked Haru what we're going to do, because I honestly don't know why he's around, or why I'm around with him.

He puts his right hand on his shoulder, smiles and declares,

"We're going on a new adventure."

I can't remember what happens next after that though.

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08.01.2012

Naruto Shippuden Resurrection (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember much from this dream, and I honestly would just classify it as a dream fragment, but this is only because the moments starting to flee from my mind when I woke up abruptly this morning.

I'm at a table covered in cloth, and on this table are several white printer type papers. Each paper has a portrait drawing of someone from Naruto Shippuden, and maybe a few random anime like faces. The perspective changes to where each drawing is panned over the other one, like, when I see one drawing, someone would say the name of that person, and then move on to the next drawing.

I think one name I remember sounded like saying "Sumo" or Suno," something like that. These definitely look like people who were resurrected or are going to be resurrected during the Shinobi War in Shippuden.

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08.01.2012

Raising Suspicion (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking around at a random place outside, and I believe I see a gun that's not loaded on a table to the right of me. I see a dark skinned man wearing an orange shirt, and baggy pants.

He has a gun blatantly located between his shirt and slightly tucked underneath the top region of the pants he's wearing. I start getting suspicious that he's up to something, especially if he isn't concerned that he should conceal the weapon in the first place.

I slowly reached for the gun to my right to try and get it loaded, but I forget what happens next.

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08.01.2012

New York and Texas (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Apparently, to get to Texas, I had to take the path that was previously set out for New York instead. I saw all of this on a brochure, or some kind of paper with transportation information on it.

The dream shifts to where I'm inside of a vehicle in the back, with my father driving on the left side. I think he's getting ready to make a right turn, and that's all I remember.

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08.01.2012

Alyzarin and Hyu's Avatar (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took a short nap in the afternoon..

I log on to Windows Live Messenger, and I see Alyzarin has her status as "Away," so I decided to go on Dream Views and look at dream journal entries in the mean time before she would come back as "Available."

I go to Hyu's dream journal entry, but I can't see the title and the content clearly, the only thing that pops out is a new avatar of Yuya. She has her right hand resting on her chin, and has her left hand laying parallel to surface she's resting both arms on.

There's also a pink background behind Yuya. I think I go back to see if Alyzarin is available again, but she still is away. I look at her profile on Dream Views, and it shows she's online, so I guess she was going to get something and come back soon.

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08.01.2012

Weird Preacher (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm outside in an environment that has a very gloomy setting to it, and it feels so empty being in here. There are a lot of skinny gray trees, and the surface was all covered in dead autumn leaves.

There's a house ahead, and it looks very old. Its exterior is composed of gray painted wood, and I keep hearing a voice that sounds as if someone is trying to preach something. I get closer to the house, maybe 15 feet away from it, and I see a man to the right of the house, in the middle of field.

Either this man has a Bluetooth headphone set talking to someone, or maybe he's just crazy and all alone. I think he is repeating the same set of words, and randomly walking around the area. I keep my distance away from him, but we eventually come close range to each other.

I can finally see his visage, he has an extreme frowning expression with his mouth slightly open. His eyebrows are pointing downwards, and his eyes are almost bulging out. He doesn't look mad, it's just that he has the expression pasted on his face.

He doesn't do anything to me, except to just look at me for a few seconds while he goes back to being crazy and talking to himself again. If only I could've recalled his repeated message, I wouldn't have labeled him as a complete nutjob.

Then random things happen, like I could hear voices of other people making fun of this same man walking around. There's a video screen that shows up in the middle of nowhere, and there's a gray pointer on top of the streaming bar with the letter "B" in white font.

It seems it's just a short advertisement for something, but the only thing I was paying attention to was the letter "B" in the white font, since it did take up a lot of space to serve as a time marker.

I heard someone make some smart-ass remarks about the advertisement, and the crazy man walking around the gloomy setting.

I found myself with 3 joints laying in bed and i smoked 2 of them, my mum suddenly came home with my geandpa and auntie while i was smoking them saying "You can smell him puffing down on joints, he'll light another one up soon!", I went out and said hi for a bit, this dream went on for alot longer but i can't recall anything else.

Another dream i had went on for ages but all i can remember was picking on alot of people then having a vision that a face was in my knee so i grabbed 2 knives and started scraping at my leg until my knee ripped out, my knee and upper thigh was completely mutilated lol.

There was about 4-5 different dreams, they went on for ages, i only remember 2 of them and this much of them unfortunately because i decided to sleep for even longer.

I was playing a video game like I was in the video game. The objective had a storyline with it but the whole idea was to jump onto platforms. In a way it was like Donkey Kong platforms and on some of the platforms was an object I had to get.



For some reason I needed to get a pair of scissors of the one the platforms but I was either too lazy to get it or didn't know how even though the distance wasn't that bad. Something happened in the storyline where an evil apprentice (that was how this guy presented myself to me) handed me a pair of scissors and said something like "The mistress wants to thank you with this..." and then he handed me a pair of scissors. At this point I had no idea who the mistress was or what I had did to earn the scissors. I was wondering this when on a platform high up and non-reachable area a character that looked almost exactly like Midna from Zelda and the Twilight princess appeared and was watching me with a smirk.

Then she disappeared and zombie cats that looked block-like and similar to zombies from minecraft but with a cat appearance wandered down from the platform and slowly floated towards me on the platform I was standing on.


After I was almost clearly going to die I yelled "i'm gonna die...no!" and I woke up for stopped dreaming clearly.

Non-Lucid

So I start the dream off by getting some scratch tickets. Three of them. I scratch them all and win on all three of them. Two are 100 dollar winners. The last one has multiple 56 and 38 dollar winnings. I get all excited and spazzy. Suddenly I'm in a comic shop and I buy a hard cover complication of the best Wolverine and Cyclops moments. It was 20 dollars.

Dream changes setting to a slightly different comic shop. Has posters all over the place and looks very cluttered. Who are the owners? Why the Joker and Harley Quinn of course! I have weird small talk with them for a while. Harley gets all up in my face at one point and asks what is wrong with my eyes. I explain that I have Central Heterochromia.

After that, I start looking for a specific comic but the dream scene changes. I'm flying above a city in a superhero costume, narrating what's happening in my head. I go back to my house and get in normal clothes. I go through a weird portal and end up on the side of a mountain. Joker is there. He's being all friendly and nice to me. I find out that he is only doing this because it's part of his "plan". I get upset and then wake up.

So I haven't been keeping a dream journal all month. Mostly because I mainly wanted to use this site but my internet connection was being unreliable. Luckily I can remember a few cool dreams.

July 25th

Mostly non-lucid. Had a very severe nightmare. A terrifying beast with long dirty hair and dead eyes was tormenting. Could talk. Had a horrible woman's voice. Would not let me wake up. Multiple false awakenings. Was in weird sleep paralysis state.

July 27th

Completely non-lucid. Had a dream involving Osezo, Setaron, a girl I had just met that day that we'll call Ace and several of Osezo's friends that I only barely know. At first, we were all in an odd circular house. Just hanging out. Then Ace and I were wondering in a city that resembled New York City. We found a building with a huge door. Had a big colorful neon sign. We went in and then were selling a bunch of Japanese food products. Ace said that Osezo and Setaron were trying to find us and that we should hide from them. We went out the back and were in this chain-link fenced area.We went under the fence and were out in a road. Ace had disappeared. I walked on the street a little and found a blood splatter. The dream then had a very "noir" vibe. Woke up shortly after this.

July 28th

Non-lucid. Somehow Batman related. Remember running across rooftops and fighting people. Very excited feeling dream.

I know, I should be posting more dreams and details here each day. I guess I should try to get up earlier so I can actually update my dream journal BEFORE camp tomorrow. I'm actually doing two summer camps this week - Earth Camp, taking up most of my day, and then music theory camp in the evening.

Anyway, since I've been so busy between both camps, last night, I dreamt that I was doing complicated chord analysis... at Earth Camp. I also had a few completely unrelated dreams, one of which included a TARDIS replica.

So, yeah, I'll try to get up earlier tomorrow.