non-lucid

Vampire Dream:

[This is a sexual dream and I will be omitting some of the details...sorry.]

I was captured by a vampire. He was holding several other people captive also. I knew the vampire planned to kill all of us. I wondered what it would feel like to die. Would it hurt? How painful was a vampire's bite? Didn't vampires seduce you before they bit you? Maybe I would be so entraced that I wouldn't noticed that I was dying. All these thoughts were going through my mind.

Then suddenly the vampire appeared before me. He walked toward me. He had long flowing blond hair and wore black leather pants and a while blousy shirt. He reminded me a little of an 80's rock star. He was very good looking.

He smiled at me as he slowly came closer. He seemed to know what I had been thinking. I started feeling dizzy just looking into his eyes. The guy was gorgeous. He then put his lips to mine and my mind started to swirl. I only remember briefly thinking that he was seducing me and that this could be the end. But it felt so good that I didn't care. I lost track of time. I was completely caught up in the passion that swirled around me. I seemed to come in and out of consciousness. I remember at one point realizing that he had pulled my shirt up. I didn't care. Everything felt so good. At another point I remember my pants being down. I was vaguely conscious that there were other people in the room, but again, I didn't care. I was overwhelmed with pleasure and passion.

And then suddenly...finally....it was over. He was standing about four feet away from me. I was still alive. I remember wanting to ask him if he could do that to me again...and again....before his finally killed me. I could see a little smile forming in the corner of his mouth as if he had again read my thoughts.


And the dream ended.

I woke up feeling pretty disturbed about this dream. Why wasn't I trying to escape? Why did I not try to slay him? Isn't that what I am in my dreams....a vampire slayer? Yet I was completely content to let this vampire take advantage of me until he finally got bored and killed me. How nice.

12/19/11

NON-LUCID

Dream 1:

I was in the office in a random school. I see the assistant principal of Morton Ranch High School in there, and I had to show her some information to get something back. I don’t know what, but that’s all I remember.

Windhover's Dream

I'm in my school, but the structure is different and the building had different atmophere from my real high school, although I meet some of my friends and teachers. I'm first at the auditorium; looks a lot like a huge theater than just the school auditorium... below, chorus students are singing on the stage. for some reason I have to get out, but the people are blocking me in a frustrating way. I get out somehow, and then I'm at the frint door of Comic class. I remember putting christmas gifts (marmalade jam) for my teachers in a locker (it's in comic class room) so I try to get in the class but the door is locked. I think I get in from back door, meeting my friend T. dont know what happened here, I see my comic teacher too...
suddenly scene jumps and I'm in my room. bunch of high schoolers (not my friends) are reading my comic, sitting on my bed, crowded in my room.

I was a giant inside a building. There was another giant outside. Everyone else was normal sized.

There was a threat that I would be punished for something, possibly for being a giant (?). It seemed like something beyond my control. I therefore saw an Asian in a round, bamboo cage. The man represented me and my possible punishment. He was taller than the diameter of the cage, so that he lay down on a floor of sand and his feet were outside the cage.

I then thought I had awakened from the, or a dream, and started trying to reason what was going on, but didn't get very far.

Dream skip ~

I was with a female. I didn't really see her face. She was nude. I could see the top of her vagina and here torso. She was really sexy, but she wanted her underwear. I gave her her very skimpy, white, cotton underwear. I may have touched her a little right around her vagina, but I looked away then and left her alone since she wasn't game.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was with two friends, a man and a woman. We were walking into something like a high school gymnasium which had been done up for a flea-market-type sale.

Just inside the heavy metal doors was an aisle of tables, running from the left to the right, and extending across the width of the gymnasium. The tables were all divided into booths, and were filled with people selling things.

It seemed like my friends and I had gotten to the flea-market sale pretty early. There weren't many other customers around. Some of the vendors may still have been arranging their booths.

My male friend split off from my female friend and I. My female friend was a black woman, short, a bit overweight. She had short hair arranged in little spikes or braid-like twists.

We walked toward the back, right corner of the aisle. My friend stopped and looked at some shirts. They were long-sleeved shirts, warm for the winter, in kind of flat green and cream-white. I may have fondled a square, paper tag that may have said something about how the shirts were made of hemp-cloth.

My friend now stopped at a booth with hats on it. She picked up a blue denim hat with a short, round brim. She put it on and asked me how she looked. I thought she looked pretty cool.

I thought I'd fool around and try on a hat as well. But my friend chose a hat for me. She said I'd look good in a cowboy hat. The hat she gave me was huge, almost like a caricature of a cowboy hat. But both sides of the brim were also pinned to the crown of the hat -- so the hat kind of looked like a hat-taco.

I put it on anyway and looked at myself in a mirror on the back wall of the booth. I thought I looked like a complete goofball.

I think at this part I started to hear voices in my head. They sounded like the voice of Sherlock Holmes. I may have been reasoning something out, as if I were Sherlock Holmes.

Suddenly I was in a room. I was one of three children. But I wasn't in the body of whichever child I was.

The children were actually more like young adults. They were probably in their late teens and early twenties. There were two boys and one girl.

One of the boys was Sherlock Holmes. The girl was a really pretty, fair-skinned girl with kind of slim eyes and long, pale-brown hair. The kids all had the style and attitude of kids from the late 1970s.

The kids were all up in one of their bedrooms, which was a kind of small room up on a second or third floor of a mansion. They'd each alternately pace lazily around the room or lay down on the bed, roll around on it, etc.

The kids were all speaking with each other. Sherlock Holmes still seemed to be reasoning something out with himself. The girl was at least teasing Sherlock Holmes, if not the other boy. All three kids were lazy -- and they knew it. But the girl took a little bit more pleasure in teasing the boys for being lazy.

The girl had to leave. Then the two boys were together. But then one of the boys had to leave. The other boy was by himself.

During this time the boy had transformed from Sherlock Holmes into Lewis Carroll. As Sherlock Holmes, the boy had been just a regular boy, or young man, from the 1970s. As Lewis Carroll, something about him changed. He actually took on more of a late nineteenth century appearance.

But the boy was still lazy. He may have known that the girl had gone off and found a job. And the other boy may have at least gone looking for a job as well. But Sherlock/Lewis was still just sitting up in his room.

Sherlock/Lewis was thinking of what kind of excuse he'd give his parents (with whom he was still living) for not yet having found a job.

He thought he'd make up something about being a writer and needing his time to write. In my mind's eye I saw a huge, yellow pencil laying across the bed with the boy. I thought the writer excuse kind of made sense. After all, if this was Lewis Carroll, he was really a great writer.

But then Sherlock/Lewis, looking out the window, started thinking about what his dad would say about him. I could hear his dad's voice in his head. Eventually the dad's speech took over the narrative.

The dad, who was like Bill Loud in the show An American Family, was narrating a letter that he'd written to his wife. His wife was out in some foreign country, maybe France, taking care of some business.

The dad wrote his wife that he'd gone to visit the daughter at either the location of her new job or at her college campus. Either way, the daughter was in a new town. But this was a town where the dad and mom had met and fallen in love. So the dad was happy to go back there.

There was a view of some part of a campus, I think, in this town. There were a lot of trees. But it was winter, and the trees were all leafless. The branches struck me as being very black.

The father wrote/narrated a very sentimental statement that began with him sighing, "Ah!, the memories..."

Now there was a strange view of painty-looking or animated-looking flowers, huge, five-petalled, yellow flowers, blossoming on the barren branches. The father made some kind of statement about the first experience of love between him and his wife, and how it was as delicate as trembling petals.

Dream #2

I was watching a documentary. There was a black and white photograph of two girls from a wealthy Italian family. The girls were sitting on the left rim of the pool for a big fountain, which was out on a gravel driveway leading up to the family's huge mansion.

The photo was really blotchy. It was apparently taken in the 1940s, though the girls seemed to me to look more like they were from the 1970s, or even the present.

The girls both had really long hair, which was very straight and plain. And the girls wore very short denim shorts, or denim coveralls with very short leggings. Both girls had a skinny look about them, though neither really was skinny. They both looked a little dull and overly spoiled.

The view now closed in on the girl sitting higher up on the rim. This girl was the older sister. A narrator now explained that the older sister had a disease, which had made her life very tragic.

As the narrator continued, the view now became active and in color. The view had shifted away from the fountain and onto the gravel driveway. It was the present. But things at this estate were pretty much the same as they had been in the 1940s.

There were a few old men standing out by some junk in the driveway. It looked like it may have been a ticket booth and some other equipment related to an old-time carnival.

The narrator's speech had continued. The narrator had explained that the girl had never been particularly pretty. But as she reached her seventeenth year, she'd begun to blossom into a more beautiful girl.

But at this time, the girl was suddenly struck by a disease which was like a cancer, eating away at her face. The disease was combatted once, and the girl was okay. But then the disease came back again and again, until a few years later, the girl's face was completely ravaged.

One of the men in the gravel driveway now walked over to the right side of the road. There was a big structure there. It was made of concrete, and it was as tall as the man. It was shaped like the plastic head of a baby doll. And I supposed that the face of this giant, concrete baby doll was turned away from me, so that I only saw the back of the head.

The back of the head, though, had a huge chunk smashed right out of its center. The chunk revealed , through a thick, ragged window of concrete-white, pebbly casing, the hollowness of the doll's head.

I assmumed that there was probably a similar smashing in on the front side of this gigantic baby doll's head. And I assumed that this head was a metaphor for the 1940s girl's head. I realized that this was what the disease had done to the woman.

Dream #3

Some anime. The main bad guy was a beautiful-man kind of figure: skinny, elegant, with long, purple hair. He was a very sinister kind of character.

But it turned out that the reason the bad guy had been causing all the trouble was because somebody had taken his favorite teddy bear away from him. He assumed the good guys had done it. So he was causing all kinds of trouble for them.

I thought this was a really disappointing reason for a bad guy to be bad. It cheapened the whole story. I couldn't even figure out why good guys would fight this bad guy at all.

I was inside of some kind of san rio gift shop, with bright white interior. There was a line for something that went out the door onto the sidewalk and into the store next door. This place feels like those two gift shops on Irving street. I remember very distinctively that I was wearing Annayake Undo. I was with a friend, unidentifiable but feels like it was Jackie.

Two pretty asian girls walk by us and get in line, I give my friend a silly look and follow them into the line (like a creeper). I begin to talk with the girls and we become friendly with one another. Both come in close and smell the fragrance from my neck. The hot one even kisses it.

We talk about how this is the 5th time they are trying to stream HBO shows in the internet. One of the girls tells me that she couldn't use her footage because I was wearing my Paul Frank shirt, and that too many people wear it. We move along in line, and at this point we are out of the first store and on the sidewalk about to enter the 2nd store. The hot girl gets out of line to go somewhere. I notice that the line is composed of mainly young Asian girls, and one of them is crying.

1 Fragment
2 Dreams:

• A holiday thousands of miles away in the middle of dreamworld
• Alien encounter

Fragment:
I was given a large flatscreen tv. (Fragment- 0.5 points)

Dream 1:
I was in my house looking up at the stars, then an alien suddenly appeared next to me. It was short, only coming up to my knee cap and as the stereotype of aliens goes it had a huge bald head. I panicked and got scared, so I grabbed some bread and the key to my garage. I ushered it into the garage leaving the bread in there with it, then I shut the door and locked it.
The dream ended here. (Full dream- 1 point)

Dream 2: For this one I did a WBTB at 3.00am but it failed (WBTB attempt- 1 point)
Me and my family went on holiday to a different country and I took lots of £1 coins for some reason. That night we went to a resturant and was allowed behind this curtain which only VIP's are allowed to go and get a free meal. We all sat down at a long wooden table along with several other people and food was put in front of us all. I got something made of batter (possibly a yorkshire pudding) and some meat that looked very similar to sausage meat. It didn't taste of anything. (Ate food- 4 points) My mother had two wine glasses in front of her; one with red wine in and the other containing white wine. She said the white wine tasted horrible compared to the red and she passed the glasses over for me to try. The red tasted normal if not with a slight hint of blackcurrent squash. Then I tried the white wine, it tasted awful and was like sipping at pure vinegar! I agreed with my mother and gave her the glasses back. I looked to my left to find that I could see straight into the kitchens, on one of the worktops was a large amount of fish piled high. They had no skin or scales, they only had bones and there was meat inside the cage of bones. So the fishes bones were on the outside and it had a kind of red meat on the inside where it's bones would usually be. One fish was still alive and was flopping about, then the chefs set to work and one of them grabbed the fish that was flopping about and ripped open it's outer skeleton to get at the red meat inside, it was killed instantly as the chef then pulled the meat out from the fish.
Then the dream jumped to the next morning and I was going for my breakfast in the same resturant, again I was lead behind the VIP curtain, sat down at the table and given a free meal. I can't remember what I had to eat. Then the dream jumped once more, I was in a market place where for some reason I bought a large printer. The money being used by both me and the person selling me the printer, it looked like this:

These were something I thought of in a daydream, not only do they show that you are an archer they show your level of accuracy, the aim is if you can flip the coin, fire an arrow and get it through the hole in the middle then you are a skilled archer. In this context though they were used as a currency.
There was also what appeared to be a small box of cards but it was empty and had the number 92 on it. I think this represented a note, similar to a £5 note. Then workers started loading bits of this printer into the small truck next to me. there was one part that looked like an oversized grenade.
The dream ended here. (Full dream- 1 point)

I became lucid several times during the night, but the millisecond I realised I was dreaming I woke up. There was no time to panic or to stabilize so I'm not going to class those as lucid dreams. Oh well I'll have more tonight.

Note: Embedded videos should offer some insight into what influenced certain elements the dream. They should also be pretty cool.

17.12.2011

Aggressive Negotiations (Non-lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Me

”Turn around. NOW!”

I scream at the driver of the sedan, as an irrational fear takes hold. At least, it seems irrational, but trucks never come down this way, never two of them. What's more, one is all but blocking the road out of the neighborhood. Clearly something is about to go down.

As if suddenly realizing the danger, the person driving turns around, unusually slowly; we’re headed back home, to my court. Thankfully, we get there pretty quickly, and I'm plopped in the street as the car hastily drives off. Before departing, the driver left me with the task of blending in at a nearby Christian High School.

Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts

No big deal. I’ll be able to skate by today, stay uninvolved with the afairs of these kids, and be out of here in no time.

Entering the door on the left, I find myself in an office-like recepetion area. The secretary, behind a glass pane, informs me that I’m not allowed over here, “All the kids are supposed to be on the other side.”

Originally Posted by Me

“Sure thing,” I smile warmly to alleviate suspicion.

Outside again, I enter the right-most part of the one-story, tan walled building, only to find myself in an almost identical area, with an almost identical secretary. From the back of the room, a middle-aged woman walks up to me, grinning broadly.

Originally Posted by Creepy Lady

“Welcome. We’ve been waiting for you," she make a large, hurried motion, "Quickly, come this way.”

Not really sure what to think, I go with it, and follow her into a small room where a young girl is sitting, handcuffed to a table. There’s an empty chair across from her, I sense it’s for me. Sure enough, as soon as I sit, the woman leaves me to my own devices. It’s clear I’m meant to interrogate this girl, find out what she knows, etc.

Originally Posted by Me

“Hi there.”

She doesn’t respond.

Originally Posted by Me

“Well, if you don’t want to talk to me. . . is there anyone you do want to talk to?”

With a thought, and a bit of direction from girl’s own mind, I make a few holograms appear beside her, shifting through those she seems to want to speak with. She gives a name; I don’t recognize it, but I’m able to create a representation of her desired point of contact and bring that representation to life. Of course, it’s under my control. Oddly, I think she knows that, but her fervor and crazed look tell me speaking with this image of her superior, a small, red, impish demon in a classy suit, would be the only way to get a peep out of her.

What follows is a less than ideal double-reverse interrogation session. Each of us indirectly scrambling to find what the other knows, giving up only what we know we can, all in the ruse of a communication between allies.

She knows about the recent assassination attempt on my life, is saddened to hear of its failure, but is pleased various other atrocities back home are panning out nicely. Once it’s clear I was revealing more than I was getting, I pause the image.

Originally Posted by Me

“Yes,” I say, “I know you know, but nothing said on my end was a lie. No propaganda. You really do work for someone like that, idolize someone like that.”

She makes a snide remark I can’t recall, and I respond with an outrageous outburst that has her questioning my sanity:

Originally Posted by Me

“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I’M HARRY FUCKING POTTER.”

I pull out a wand and destroy the projection of the demon in a shower of sparks; her look says it all. That’s when I notice it, at the door behind me, a presence of ill-intent. I stand quickly to see a green form dart past me, out the window, to the street beyond. By the girl’s gleeful reaction, I know this won’t be good. Drawing a blade, I go to the thing's exit point and see a green monster, spherical, with a gaping maw across it’s center and a face within that.

Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts

It doesn’t look like it wants to get close. . . And I really shouldn’t go outside. It might be a trap.

So, I do the next best thing, make some adjustments to my katana, stick it out the window, and rapidly extend the length of the blade, shooting it out into into the inner face of that green wretch. It seems as shocked as it is in pain. A few quick, long-range swipes later, and the monster is no longer surprised. . . or in pain.

Suddenly, the roof of the building tears away, and I’m face to face with. . . a clown?

Originally Posted by Would-be Assassin

“There you are.” The pointy faced, garishly dressed, figure states plainly. He's casually wielding two large, black and red scythes. Seemingly, he doesn't take me seriously.

Originally Posted by Me

“I assume this is a rescue attempt. Or are you here for me?”

Originally Posted by Would-be Assassin

“Don’t concern yourself with the details,” he jumps from his perch, “It doesn’t matt--”

Before he can get out the words, I’ve already spotted an opening and severed his legs from his body; there's not as much blood as I'd expected.

Originally Posted by Would-be Assassin

“Oh, please.” The clown is unamused. Rightfully so, as a new set of legs immediately takes the place of the old ones, slinking out of his baggy, red and yellow, pin-striped pants.

Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts

Interesting.

He comes at me with the scythes, bringing them together to form some sort of long, narrow drill. Again, he’s sloppy, and I’m able to avoid the attack, removing an arm in the process. Un-phased, he regenerates and grabs his scythe before gravity can even affect it.

Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts

I wonder if his torso is that resilient.

In the air now, I close in quickly and engage in an armed grapple, locking down the movement of his scythes. He begins to form his drill, and I’m forced to readjust my grip to avoid having one of my hands blended up.

Originally Posted by Me

“Mae, now.”

An ethereal spirit bursts from my chest and impales the clown with her sword before disappearing as quickly as she came. The clown looks confused and, to my delight, wounded. Seizing the opportunity, and making a bold move, I break away, just enough to free my blade and create another opening, which I use to plunge my blade into the fool’s side. He’s too wracked with pain to do much as I brutally impale him, again and again, dragging my razor-sharp steel through his body.

But still, he lives. I realize I'm going to have to step things up a notch if--


Damn alarm.

There was a complex of high buildings with flats of various quality. My friends and I got to stay there, but not all of the flats were nice. I got to stay in pretty big one. I went to visit my friends and saw their flats. Some were very small. There was something about money.... I was putting stacks of money to a bag.... hiding it from others... I don't know where was the money from and what for now....

I dreamt that I woke up. Then, I saw a light shining in from my window. I immediately grabbed a flashlight of my own and looked outside. There were two men in black goodies outside, one with a 5 'o clock shadow. One said, "He's seen us!" The other pulls out a pistol, aims it at my head, and says, "I'll handle this." It took me a second to realize he was holding a gun, but when I did I swiftly laid flat on my bed, just in time to see the bullet fly overhead. Then the one who shot at me said, "Alright then, we'll just go visit your family first then." Rage built inside me, and I became a little suspicious of reality (the bullet hadn't shattered the window), but right as I was about to jump out the window and kill them, my rage awakened me. For real.

- I was with a couple people in a big field surrounded by a fence, and we were battling a tree. It lashed out at us with its branches and had kind of a cartoony angry face. I remember thinking it was like the whomping willow from Harry Potter, but I haven't seen/read HP in a long time so I'm not sure how similar it really was, and I thought it was unfair that we weren't in a car. I was thinking it seemed impossible to defeat it and it seemed like I would get badly hurt if I got any closer, even though the two people I was with were close to it. I decided to leave anyway. I turned and went towards the corner of the fence, where there was an opening. As I was walking, the tree suddenly grew much bigger. I understood it was like a boss in a video game and this was the second stage of the battle. But I realized it could almost reach me with its branches then, and was trying to. I ran as fast as I could towards the exit, barely missing being hit, but managed to make it out of the fenced-in area.

Outside, the field continued, and there was a small stream. Just across the stream was a small house, which I entered. There were some more people there, and soon after, the people who had been battling the tree came in as well. They said we would have to wait until the next morning to continue with the battle.

Time seemed to skip forward at this point, and it was early in the morning. There was only one person in the house. I talked with them a bit and said I was going to go check out what it was like outside and what the tree was up to. I'm not sure where the rest of the people were, but I was talking to them on MSN on my phone, and I said I would be right back. I put on a pair of polkadotted rainboots I found in the porch and left.

I went to the edge of the fence and peeked around it to look at the tree. It had just woken up and was in the middle of a big yawn. I quickly moved back so it wouldn't see me. Upon turning back around and starting to walk, I realized suddenly how amazing the landscape was. I think it was the most beautiful dreamscape I've ever seen. It's difficult to describe how nice it was. The sky was rainbowy from the sunrise, and there were hills of soft grass as far as I could see. There were patches of small bright pink and blue flowers. Everything looked crisp and slightly frosted over, and glowy, as if it were being lit from behind by a cool blue light. I realized later that it reminds me of this picture:

which is just a picture from deviantart I favourited but haven't looked at for a while. Anyway, after admiring it for a minute, I decided I had to get back to the house and tell everyone what I'd seen, otherwise they would worry, but that I would come back outside after. I went back to the house, but accidentally walked into the stream. I was annoyed for a second, but then realized I was wearing rainboots so it was okay. I walked through the stream a bit, then up onto the other side and into the house. I told whoever was there that I was going to go back out, but unfortunately woke up before that happened. I'd like to revisit this place in a lucid sometime.


- One of my cats was missing for a few days. I was scared, but eventually found her under my bed, sleeping curled up under a blanket. We thought it was really strange that she'd been there for so long and was still perfectly fine. She had this red and green headband with some feathers and ribbons that was significant and magical somehow and explained why she slept for so long. I think maybe it supposedly put you in some sort of trance or something? And I think someone said it was Indian. None of us knew much about it, but we knew my late grandfather did. We planned on asking him to tell us about it, and then he would write us a note and leave it somewhere, because this was apparently something you could do.


- Also a small fragment where I was in an elevator and only went up one floor.

Mon.12/12 night
some dreams but no recall

Tue.12/13 B-100 at 4pm
long dream but no recall

Wedn.12/14 nothing

Thur. 12/15

DR 2:28am - something about LDing

8am - I'm in a forest campground with family. There is a cabin with small kitchen/common room and 2 bigger bedrooms. Logs are brown. More people are sitting in the kitchen. Restrooms are outside.

Someone tells me to go get batteries f/my camera? I go this tiny shack - there is a counter, and behind it some small shelfs with some bread items. Guy behind the counter is unloding stuff from box on the ground. I ask him if he sells batteries - he does not.

I walk outside but take the wrong exit - there is a yard with someone there. I appologise and find the right door out. I'm walking under some trees, it looks like its getting dark. But little bit ahead of me, there is a beautiful tree all lit up by sunshine. Pretty fall colors. I notice some people on a hill far from us looking down at us with binoculars. I fold my fingers around my eye. I know it's not binoculars, but I get a surprise, when for a split second I can see them clearly.

I have a feeling, I can see a big, futuristic or just modern town to the right through fog.

Thebeastofold's Dream

I did 2 WBTB's last night before i started dreaming...


high school, laundry tennis, football star?


no dream recall for me yesterday but this one started, i was playing tennis in an indoor tennis court and there was laundry piled up infront of the net on my side..in baskets folded, and just piles...i was playing doubles with sherlock holmes brother from the new movie which i saw yesterday, the other side of the net was some high school tennis star guy, and some teacher looking older guy, dont know who he is... and the racket i was using was exteremely heavy... i kept trying to serve and either miss the ball, throw it too hgih or off center, or hit it practically sideways...the guy i was playing with, holmes brother talked constantly, i dont know about what, dotn remember, i wanted my own racket, so idecided to go find it..then everyone disappeared and i walked into what looked like a locker room. offices looking for my racket, i ran into some woman and she said, you need to, your shed has it, up...um ok.....so i followed her out of the area i was in and she went around a corner and vanished, i followed around the corner and found a stairwell going up, and it was very dark..all of a sudden i was 3/4 of the way up the stairs and the woman i just saw was now coming up the stairs behind me..there were lights buitl into the wall on he right and she was turning them on and off as she passed by them....so i followed along ad did the same until i got upstairs, then i came out into the hallway of what looked like my old high school.....there were people sitting inthe hall, leaning against lockers etc..and a guy that looked like a football player, he had a weird jersey on who was puking his brains out ansd everyone kept asking if he was ok...allof a suddeni'm walking out onthe football feild in full uniform and pads and was trying out for the team..as nose tackle...i manage to tackle the qb guy, who was previously puking his brains out, and when he gts up, he starts puking agian..green glowing puke this time says i'm alright, really, and collapses and starts convulsing...everyone runs to him and i turn around, and now my nephew is qb and we're lining up tu run a play but now theres a wall between us with a doorless doorway in the middle, and i can see my nephew through the doorway.....i walk off the field and into another building and my cellphone rings, a guy asks about office supplies..and i tell him, you called my high school, not office place..uh..ok... suddenyl i'm in my shed in the backyard and theres like 30 or 40 empty light sockets of all shapes and sizes, but the shed is brightly lit somehow... i started trying, first, climb a ladder, it seems i forgot how, then when i figured it out, trying to fit a big box of lightbulbs that suddenly appeared into their proper sockets, all the while a radio was playing somewhere interviewing wil smith and the dj kept calling him "da freash prince" "the world misses da prince" and every time wil starts trying to talk the dj interrupts and says somethng about "da prince) odd... so i walk out of the shed, and theres a car next to my shed with the hood open and a guy rolling on the ground with blood squirting everywhere so i run over and grab his upper left arm where the blood seems to be coming from and the bleeding stops, i help him up and we walk over to a 5 story building that is now in my front yard ...0_o... we walk inside and go into what looks like a schools front office and get in line...the guy looks at me and says "might as well open my casket" and i look at him and say "I guess thats what i suppose, canadian high school" woke up...


dream fragment.....group of people...large hawk...

just a dream fragment, i was standing in a large group of people and there was a lady standing next to me with a full arms length leather glove and a large falcon or hawk, not sure which, standing on her hand...and the hawk or falcon, kept trying to jump on me, i would try to catch it, but everytime i felt its talons sinking into my arm i would toss it up in the air and it would land back on her hand, then shed toss it back at me..over and over...she said "they used to wear hoods for calm down" woke up...

I'll share the second part of my dream last night. This is my first journal.

I was on an expedition or something. I walk onto this marshy land, where these cliffs and exposed tree roots surround me. It's some form of tundra but there are tall pine trees everywhere. A few rivers beneath the cliffs. There are also these white bears foraging for food.

Suddenly, one of the white bears runs across a cliff gap, lurching directly at me. I close my eyes, and the bear attacks. I experience a false awakening-that's all I remember.

Hey folks, this was my dream of last night at the end of a sleep of 6 or 7 hours

Enjoy


I was in a hospital in a room with 2 other patients. The room was equipped with stones to climb and jump around but the jump from the 3rd to the 4th stone was very hard, I needed a few minutes to do it. After I did it I was lying in the left corner, where a nurse has appeared all of a sudden. The nurse was not very good at her job, she had to cut open my chest. She needed a few tries to do it but then my chest was open and it wasn't painful at all. I was able to see my innards, didn't looked weird but I was scared that some of them would get mixed up.

Then she tooked blood out of there. It was weird, because the hose was right in the middle of the upper part of my body which was covered by my innards which I tried to keep below so that they wouldn't get mixed up. Then I did sth wrong that they had to repeat the blood taking process. Then I thought that I should start writing this dream for my friend karli. For another reason they had to do this thing with the hose again and I was apparently really dizzy at that time. The process at writing the dream was very little and then the piece of paper accidentally was in the other piece of paper which I had to give to someone.

There were 2 employees. On the left side a girl with a queue of ~5 persons and on the right side a guy. I went to the guy and he had extremely bright blue eyes and was really kind. But then I gave him the piece of paper he wanted and my note for karli was inside. Then he stuck it to the wall and laughed in a weird way and was reading the content of my note. Among other things that I was in love or so.

After that I went outside of the room and went to the room where my classmates were. It seemed as if they have waited for me. But I was totally dizzy and waggled back and forth and when I was finally in the room my dream was over or I crashed against the ground...


thx for reading,

Ande