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    1. 12/14/11 Fragment, The Counsel

      by , 12-14-2011 at 01:12 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      Fragment:
      I was in my school's computer room, but my math teacher was there to teach us. She was walking around the room, talking to every kid, and teaching them to do this weird fist pump thing.

      Dream:
      I was side by side with a woman I hardly knew. But supposedly, she was my leader, or something like that. We walked down a huge flight of royal stairs, still side by side, and faced a large group of people. There was someone sitting on a throne/judge-like seat (I'm guessing this was the king, or someone held in high authority). While my leader was telling the "king" something, I looked at what she was wearing and what I was wearing, too. It looked like a long green, silken dress down to the floor, with some of it trailing behind her. She had long, flowing hair; which reached down to her hips. She was very beautiful.

      I now looked at what I was wearing. A light pink, silken dress, that went down to the floor as well. The sides of my light blonde hair were held back into two small braids (mainly like Legolas' hair in Lord of the Rings) and the rest went down to about my hips also. I seriously felt like Zelda.

      I can't remember what all my leader said, but after that, there was blackness. Now we were outside. There were men around, supposedly preparing for battle, because some were dressed in armor. I can't remember what I was doing here, or if my leader was with me or not.

      But someone was following me. Later, I found out it was a little creature, a hobbit possibly. He was short, and he looked like Sam (LOTR, not my sister). He held this dark blue stick. It looked like a small tube filled with dark blue powder. I didn't know what it was until he used it on me.

      Now both of us were back in the room I started in in the dream. My leader and I, also the hobbit. I had taken it back into the room. It struggled the whole way. I was seriously thinking it was Sam, but it was not friendly.

      He took out his blue stick again, and this time, pointed it at my foot. I tried to hit his hand away but for a hobbit, he was pretty strong. We struggled on the floor and my leader was reading something calmly in the corner. The hobbit pointed the blue stick at my foot again, and squeezed. Instantly, my foot starting numming, and it was painful. I smelled metal. Tasted awful. Simultaneously, I heard my leader say, "That is a freezing stick. If he keeps that up for a couple more seconds, the limb could freeze off." I slapped the stick out of his hand, and warmth started coming back into my foot. I stood up, and the hobbit ran away I think.

      I walked (limped) over to the beginning of the flight of stairs we walked down in the beginning of the dream. I looked around. Tons of people were there, waiting for a report. I walked awkwardly back inside the room. My leader did a facepalm.

      We walked back down the stairs to report something to the people as well as the king. I can't remember what, though.
    2. Mall adventure

      by , 12-14-2011 at 12:34 PM (Taffy's Sweet Dreams)
      I was in a room with some kind of club. They told me to go look for someone named O-something, I can't remember. I went next door and there was another club. They had no idea where he was. One of the members suggested detention, so i went off to look for the detention room.

      But when I left their clubroom I was in a mall. It was reall busy, everyone rushing around. I wandered aimlessly, looking for the o-something-or-other person. I walked along the halways looking at all of the items in the store windows. I got to a desk that was like a store, but more like a stand or booth. There was a long line, but I stayed. When I got to the counter I asked the lady working there where I could find the guy I was looking for, but in the dream at that point I had forgotten his name. She said detention was on the floor below, which is why I couldn't find it.

      I decided to stay here for a bit, so I asked the lady what she was selling. Most of it was junk, but there was a really cute turtwig plush pokemon. I asked her how much it was, and she said she got it for ¥500. She only charged me $3 for 3 of them. I picked a groudon and kyogre and left. I saw an escalator, so I walked onto it without even noticing the sign next to it. I looked back and saw that it was out of order, and it began moving very fast. Then I woke up.

      Updated 12-15-2011 at 12:40 AM by 32129

      Tags: club, mall, pokemon
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      non-lucid
    3. ..o.. ..kay..

      by , 12-14-2011 at 07:18 AM (Lucid Lucy's Dream Explorations)
      Colour Legenda:
      Setting| Technique used | Dream (lv1) | Dream (lv2) | Lucid Dream | Notes
      ************************************************** ****************

      Ok, I know dreams are meant to be strange, but this is really.. ..I'm just going to say what happened in the dreams and let you judge for yourself.

      Dream: 5.18 am
      There's been a flood, I can see a canyon in the middle of the street, made by the waterflow. I'm in my own town, on my way to an old lady who used to live in a square little house, but decided on a whim she liked the little square house on the opposite side of the road better. So I ride my bike past her new house quietly, trying not to be discovered by her (for some reason, I think she's annoying or something) and my aunt shows up. My parents are suddenly there and my mother decides I have too much stuff with me and promptly decides to completely rearrange my bags. (she does this IRL too, so I didn't think much of it).

      Dream 2:
      I'm with a bunch of friends (whom I don't know IRL), we're doing something of a game but it'll be filmed as well. It involves some of us being shot with a paralyzation powder gun. So my friends get hit, and I pass out simply from smelling the gas. We wake up and we all look different, as if someone performed plastic surgery on all of us and it healed real quick.


      I can tell the first part is just to do with my moving. ..across the street from where my parents live. Perhaps the old lady was me, and I didn't want to confront myself with that? I don't know.

      I'm not entirely sure if the second dream is a separate dream or not, but it feels like it is, so I classify it as such.

      Updated 12-14-2011 at 07:22 AM by 51317

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      non-lucid
    4. Holy improved dream recall, Batman!

      by , 12-14-2011 at 06:11 AM
      My dream recall has been improving greatly lately. I attribute it to drinking chamomile tea and eating some peanut butter on toast before bed, along with some other sleep improvements. Anyway, I've been able to recall up to three dreams a night, which is awesome! Here's a quick recap of what I've got written down for just the past week:

      -Ran into my ex-boyfriend at a super-fancy restaurant. He tried to ask me out again, and stuffed dried grass into my shirt pocket. For some reason, in my dream I knew this meant he was very serious about asking me out.

      -Went to the Ohio State Fair (LOL I've only ever been to Ohio once in my life, for a day...and it didn't involve a fair) and walked through the animal barns to look around. As I walked I realized the animals were turning into humans. They were all naked and filthy, and they stared out at me with blank expressions. It was unsettling. I reached a room where some of the "barn humans" were sitting on benches, watching a video recording of a televangelist on a cheap TV. They asked me if I wanted to watch the video, but I refused.

      This dream is pretty significant to me, because I think I tried to go lucid. I distinctly remember thinking "Wait, how do I know this is Ohio?" while I was dreaming. ON MY WAY TO LUCIDITY. AW YEAH.

      -These are all in the same night---1. I won a latte-making contest 2. I participated in a fishing competition at this huge (and to the best of my knowledge, non-existent in real life) college where I ran into a Buddhist monk. 3. I was alone at my high school's swimming pool watching mermaids swim around. Then this crowd of people came from nowhere and started some tribal ritual that involved killing the mermaids. I was heartbroken.

      -I baked cookies with children who had human bodies and bird heads. I remember a cardinal, blue jay, kingfisher and oriole. They were all very polite, and I had a really good time.

      -Found myself rehearsing for the stage version of The Lion King

      -I was in a bright, sunny, green field with songs fluttering around me like butterflies (I have no idea how to explain this, but they were songs and they were fluttering). I had a net, and when I caught a song, it would play. Sometimes the song was good, sometimes it sucked.

      Yeah. Here's to continued good recall. These dreams are really fun, or at least interesting.
    5. it's friday.

      by , 12-14-2011 at 12:49 AM (Tales from the sun chaser.)
      So, I'm in my room, and I'm modding DV on my 40 inch flat screen, and Linda Friday is there. She's flirting around with me, and I'm reading this post Mancon made about something needing to be handled. Friday is all over me at this point, and I'm pretty sure it's going to be go time right after I finish it's crap on DV haha.

      I think my task had to do something with a password reset or something, because she said I needed to rename something. I told her "in that case I'm going to name the password after something I'm going to do to you". I started out with the name break....and that just wasn't good enough. Then thumper, because it could be used as thump her as well...but it still didn't work. Then all of sudden I was like "Fracture, because I'm going to fracture your shit". We both laughed, and I used it. Then she was "no you can't". I thought about how much action she gets in her movies and said "you might be right, but I'm going to try my damnedest". And.....the dream faded.
    6. 12/12/11 - Day Four

      by , 12-13-2011 at 11:28 PM (The Book of Dreams and Astral Projection)
      Dream Count: 0
      DILDs: 0 , WILDs: 0 , MILDS: 0 , APs: 0

      Notes:
      This is similar to the second day of my dream journal. I may be developing a subconscious pattern. I hope I am not, I must stop this if I do.
    7. Heating up an Item in the Cold (MGS1 for the PC reference maybe?), Trying to kill Morpheus..........

      by , 12-13-2011 at 09:30 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      12/13/11

      NON-LUCID

      Dream 1:

      I was in a military type base in some icy region. My initial point as being next to a generator, and I was holding some weird looking object (couldn’t recall its shape except that it was pretty long).

      Apparently I had to heat it up, and the room was split up with a fire and ice environment. Obviously the fire area was the best place to heat it up, but a guard was patrolling it, so I quickly dashed behind the generator.

      The guard must’ve been lazy because it didn’t seem like he was paying attention. So I go back to the cold region and waited for the item to heat up.

      (Now that I think about it, this may be an association with the part in Metal Gear Solid for the PC where Snake had to heat up a disk in a hot region to insert one slot and going to a cold region to freeze it (where he killed Raven); this was involving the deactivation of the Metal Gear).



      After it heated up, I paid attention to the guard’s movement and waited for him to turn his back to sneak out through a door.

      Dream 2:

      I think this is a continuation of the dream, but I’m inside a rectangular area (I didn’t recall progressing from the door I snuck out of from the first dream).


      It had gaps on all four sides
      (like a flat square cut apart).



      I peek through one of the crevices and I see Morpheus from the Matrix wearing a Green Sweater I believe with some light tannish brown pants. I thought he was going to move around the area outside of where I am, so I decided to sneak up to him.



      As I get closer and closer, he suddenly turns around, and as a reflex, I somehow conjured up a knife like in Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory where Sam Fisher immediately stabs the enemy in the chest.



      I tried to do that, but Morpheus backs away and gets his radio to call 100+ guards that all looked like Hunk from the Resident Evil Series.

      X 100 = Your body doesn't exist anymore

      I was being riddled with bullets times 100. Everything turned into first-perspective, and I’m on my knees just watching the guards STILL shoot at me, and I could see the yellow flashes from their assault rifles invariably making my vision blurry.

      That’s it, but I’m glad I didn’t feel the pain.
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      non-lucid
    8. War, fighting, dream fragments

      by , 12-13-2011 at 07:11 PM (Dreams of all types (but mostly war))
      Hello here is a dream I had last night. It is quite fragmented as my recall has been horrible lately and i woke up several times last night, but the dream had a theme which seemed to play through the fragments.

      It starts and I am with a group of people. It was war and we were being invaded i think by our own military. I was with a group of at least 20 people and we were prepared for this war. We all had the gear we needed to survive including weapons. We were in a city and we were waiting for this military to finish invading this city so that we could escape to the mountains and live there. A few of my friends were very militaristic in that they had no issue with taking someone out to save their own life. But for some reason I was the leader of this group, me and one other person, we made the decisions for the group and tried to lead everyone to safety.

      So we come up to this complex which was partially underground and had fencing all around it. This complex was on the outskirts of town embedded into a mountain or tall hillside. We were inside this complex during the night when we had some military forces try to take us out. I remember taking my rifle and aiming it on someones head. I remember thinking 'oh my god i've never killed a man before' but I also knew that it was me or him. The rifle I was shooting had open sights and I also remember thinking 'I don't know if I can make this shot I'm terrible with open sights'. But I took the shot and hit the guy right in the head. he died. The guy that was beside me looked at me and said something along the lines of "it's ok, you had to".

      Then the dream skipped forward a bit and the whole group was in this firefight. We had left the complex and we were travelling elsewhere. A lot of military were getting killed by us as we were a feirce group, we had men women and children, and we were trying to defend all of us against this force. So because we had no choice it was either fight or die, we had to fight. Killing people was making me sick even in my own dream. I remember saying a prayer thiking "oh forgive me god" but something inside me knew that it was OK, that I was doing out of necessity. So we fended off the invading soldiers once again and we had time to round up more firearms from the fallen soldiers.

      I got my hands on a good powerful rifle, it was a 7mm magnum. I took this new rifle and went to invade a gun shop where I knew there was ammo. When I walked up to the shop I saw that it was all barred up except the door was made out of glass. So I shot the glass out and walked into the gun store. There was a small entrance area and then I went up this small set of stairs.. maybe 3 steps, and into a living area, where to my surprise I found a man sitting in a chair, in front of a fireplace having a coffee or something. I was very surprised and he turned around.

      "Come to steal my stuff eh?"

      "Well I thought this place was empty and I'm with a group that's trying to survive so yeah" I could tell he was the owner of the shop and could probably help me with some firearms. I showed him my gun and he thought it was a very nice rifle but it seemed to have a problem. I asked him to show me some handguns because I thought it would be nice to be able to pull out a handgun if i had to make a last ditch effort to protect myself. He showed me his wall of handguns and i started picking out a couple different ones. I had picked out 2 of them when he came back with my modified rifle. He had taken the stock off of it and shortened the barrel and basically turned it into a handgun. He also gave me another handgun that was a very simple design, it was like a rail with a barrel on it and some kind of clip system that worked as a magazine.

      I looked at the modified rifle and thought to myself 'damn this is a frikkin magnum.. how am I supposed to shoot this thing!'. I went from looking at the 7mm to the other handgun he had given me. I thought to myself what is this a pellet gun? So I started looking for any sort of marking on the gun, and sure enough it had 9mm stamped on the side. 'Ok,' I thought. He handed me a bag with boxes of ammo in it. I started looking through the boxes and none of the ammo types matched the guns I had in my posession. 30-06, 30-30, 300 win mag, .303, all these ammo types I had no gun for. But I thought 'well maybe he gave me a variety in case I pick up a gun that matches this ammo sometime down the road'.

      I looked at the shop owner. "Thank you" I exclaimed. I left the shop and I was greeted by a young boy.

      "Are you gonna shoot people?" he asked

      "Yes, if I have to I will". He looked at me with a stare. I carried on my way and got back to the pathway I had to follow to get back to the group. Some way down the road I was suddenly surrounded by military. I pulled out my new modified handgun, the 7mm, and started waving it around at all the soldiers off in the distance. I thought to myself 'this is it, I'm never gonna get out of this now'. I was standing there with my gun drawn when I felt a pull of my jacket. I was pulled into the hillside in a tunnel that had been dug out some time ago. It was my friend, the other leader of my group. I started to hear gunshots outside the entrance of this tunnel. The whole group had come to protect me and I was grateful.

      I looked at my buddy and we got to work. We followed the tunnel back to a bunker where the majority of the group was. It was starting to turn night and I had the feeling we were about to have to really defend ourselves. Some soldiers started pilling in through the tunnel that led to the entrance of the bunker. I took the first shot with the 7mm and hit a soldier in the chest. Then my buddy beside me took another shot, and another soldier fell. As the rest of the group started to open fire on the invading soldiers I heard a helicopter overhead, and someone started talking through a loudspeaker. "You will never escape. You are fugitives. Give up now and you will be spared". I thought, 'hah', in a world that had been taken by force, in a world where laws and rules meant nothing anymore.. in a society that had fallen, it was every man for himself. I wasn't about to believe some warmonger..
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    9. Lucids: 12.10.2011 - 12.12.11 w/monkey squirrel

      by , 12-13-2011 at 05:24 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      12.10.2011

      I was in a room. I was tired, so the room was dark and the dream was not vivid, but I was in a room and there was a man and a young man of about 14. I ended up with my face up against the man and began to be smothered. I must have had my face in the pillow.

      I then must have moved my face as I could breathe again. I then saw the man again. I don't know why, but I began to realize I was dreaming.

      I wasn't going to let the man make me feel smothered again, but I ended up walking inside him, as if I were a ghost taking up the exact same space as him. I closed my eyes and imagined myself or my spirit radiating outward and filling him until he would explode or something.

      I was then free of him. I then was with the young man. I grabbed his collar and flew with him. He was so heavy, I started drifting downward, but I found a sofa, and very close to it, I dropped him. He acted as if it was a far drop, but it was only about a foot.



      12.12.11

      I don't remember when I became lucid. I do remember that I thought I was lucid and finally had the wits about me to do a reality check to verify if it was a dream. At first, I had 5 fingers, but then I lost my thumb. I kept looking and it stayed gone, then my fingers got really small (creepy). Then they curled up as if to make a fist, but they were all small and nasty looking.

      I decided to try to throw fireballs. I was not successful. I tried throwing them at a man, possibly the same man from my dream a couple nights ago, and I tried to throw them at a tree. The man explained it as having to do with being at a certain place, but I told him I wasn't near that place.

      That sounds like a dull lucid, but it was important for me to have this particular dream.


      Later I had a dream that I can't remember well, but I do remember seeing a monkey squirrel. A little boy caught it. We gave it marshmellows hoping it would stick around long enough for me to get a picture with my phone, but ran away.

      It was a squirrel body but it had skinny monkey arms and a tiny monkey head. I don't remember seeing the tail. It ran on all fours.

      ___

      I've gone from 10 lucid's to 16 in about 2 weeks. Let's hope the trend continues.

      Updated 12-13-2011 at 05:33 PM by 41873

      Categories
      non-lucid , false awakening , side notes , lucid
    10. Hawaii..

      by , 12-13-2011 at 04:46 PM (Floatinghead's dream adventures)
      dream 1 - I'm in a Smart car with my brother and dad. my dad drive the car and he goes into the ocean O_O
      I recognize the background that we're in Hawaii.
      we drive on the square logs floating on the ocean. when we crossed it after, I get off the car and go into the water to confirm something on the logs.
      the water is emerald bright, but something like wood chips and dirty little things are floating on the surface of water...

      dream 2 - I'm in comic class doing some kind of group project with my friends. I am tiding something, and this one guy got annoyed from me for some reason, so I'm mad, saying 'what? what's with you? do you have something against me?' and then he gets a little scared lol
      I see 2 men infront of me, talking about my business talent(??) to scout me! wth?
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      non-lucid
    11. girls rubbing chests; my time in mk-ultra; friend's pictures; friend on plane

      by , 12-13-2011 at 03:10 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      It was night. I was at the top of a steep hill, probably in a suburban neighborhood. I was with a few other people, probably my age or younger. A few lights lit our field of view, more like a car's headlights than streetlights.

      Something was wrong with my female friend H. At one of my other female friends' request, to make H feel better, I was embracing her from behind and rubbing her chest.

      I was probably rubbing the outsidde of H's shirt. But the shirt, some kind of tan tank-top, was so thin that I could feel H as if I were touching her skin. H's chest was flat, but she had huge nipples.

      The way I was rubbing H was really turning her on. But she was attributing the sensations I was giving her to my other female friend. Pretty soon H had the female friend rubbing her chest up against H's chest. Both women had really flat chests.

      H was now either wearing or not wearing a dress. The dress was a vanilla-yellow, sleeveless baby-doll type dress, with a bunchy top and a slightly belled-out, knee-length skirt. The dress was made out of a fabric like soft terry cloth. It had a zipper running up the back. H now either took this dress off or put it on.

      Dream #2

      I may have been standing all by myself out in the desert, possibly near or right under the gas pump island of a gas station. I may possibly have been talking to someone in my head.

      I was a man, probably a soldier. I wore a light brown or tan uniform. Sometimes I was black, sometimes Latino, and sometimes white.

      I was telling the person in my head about having been in the CIA mind control program MK-ULTRA. At the same time, I was remembering bits and pieces of my time there, as a subject.

      After having been a subject, I'd had my memory erased. But bits and pieces of my time there kept coming back to me. As they did, I would be more inspired to look for more information regarding what had happened to me in the program.

      I knew I'd been tortured in the program. But I only had very vague memories of it. Most of my memories seemed to revolve around sheets of paper with a lot of small writing and bar codes written on them.

      My attempts to look into my experiences may have involved looking for more papers like this. But as I searched for more information, I was increasingly harrassed. People may even have come after me and started torturing me again, then re-erasing my memory.

      I told the person in my head, a woman, that it was terrible to know this stuff was happening to me. I could start to see, everywhere in the environment, where things were put up to reinforce the brainwashing I'd been tortured into receiving.

      Even the smallest thing could hold a sinister message. I was apparently still working for the military. I saw myself walking down a hallway, then passing a beige-painted pipe with a caution sticker on it.

      The sticker had a few different bar codes on it, around its border and in a little square in the body, in the upper right hand corner of a lot of fine-print caution text. I knew that my mind had been trained to read these bar codes instinctively. Each bar code was a small statement, reinforcing my brainwashing.

      I told the woman in my head that what was even worse was that almost everybody else around me was brainwashed, too. But most people were brainwashed simply to dislike the people who had been used as subjects for MK-ULTRA, to ostracize them.

      I said that at first it wasn't so bad. But as time went on, the environment became so full of these people that it was too painful to go anywhere.

      I imagined myself walking into the gas station. The man behind the counter treated me nicely at first. But it was almost like some kind of infra-red bar code scanner, placed up in a corner of the ceiling of the store, activated.

      Suddenly, I could tell, the man behind the counter was getting the feeling he didn't like me. He was trying, still, to act polite. But it was obvious he was beginning to feel very uncomfortable around me, and that he just wanted me out of the store.

      I was standing somewhere in the dark, rubbing my forehead and eyes in misery. I was telling the woman in my head how miserable it was to have this feeling pervade the environment everywhere I went.

      The woman asked me if there wasn't some way I could destroy all the reinforcing equipment that had been put up in all these places around me.

      I was standing back out in the desert, in the daytime, by the gas station. I told the woman, "No. I could destroy everything. But they have so much extra stuff underground. It wouldn't be any use. They'd just put it all right back."

      I imagined some kind of diagonal elevator shaft leading way down underground, to some kind of big hangar or warehouse-type area, with a lot of different-colored pipes, people working, and bright white, fluorescent lights. This was probably where all the equipment was manufactured and stored.

      Dream #3

      My female friend MW, who IWL works and lives at a wildlife preserve in Nevada, was visiting New York. I was living in something like a dorm room. But MW was staying with me.

      It was daytime. We were in my room, which was lit by a bit of natural light coming in through the window. We were both on my bed, a pretty small bed. MW was sitting cross-legged near the head of the bed. I was laying on my stomach, my head toward the head of the bed.

      At the foot of the bed, a TV was playing an episode of The Chronic Rift (a community access TV pop-culture discussion show from the 1990s, the episodes of which are now available online). I had been trying to introduce MW to this show. But I was now only half interested. And MW was flipping through some photographs.

      I now had to go somewhere else, probably to work. I left MW alone for the day. But as I sat at work (or wherever) I realized that I had left MW without any keys. She'd obviously leave my room. But she'd have to leave it unlocked. There was no way she could lock it.

      I got a little worried. I tried to justify things to myself. I was trying to remember if there weren't some kind of minor, automatic lock on my door, like a doorknob that always locks from the inside. But I was pretty sure this wasn't the case.

      I knew that if I left wherever I was to catch up with MW and give her my keys, it would take a lot of time out of my day. And I didn't want to look bad for taking all that time out of my day. But I thought it was probably more important for me to find MW and give her my keys, so that she could lock my door.

      I now saw a photograph of MW, as she stood in front of the house she was living in during her work for the wildlife preserve. MW wore a red-pink t-shirt, khaki-colored hiking pants, a backpack, and a baseball cap.

      MW stood at the curb of an asphalt road. Just behind MW was the start of a sandstone flagstone path that went up a shallow slope. The slope was like a lawn, but it had tan gravel, clumps of wild grass, and cacti, instead of the conventional green turf.

      At the top of the slope was a small house made out of rough-hewn, but slim, sandstone slabs -- almost like horizontal flagstones, all piled on top of each other. The house looked just like a suburban house, except that it was made out of the sandstone slabs, which gave it a weird look.

      Dream #4

      I may have been talking in my head, again with my friend MW. We may have been talking about where MW came from.

      I knew MW came from Michigan. I saw a map of the United States and Canada. My vision was mostly focused on the northern, central part of the United States, the Great Lakes region. The map almost, really, looked like a satellite view of the United States -- but it was as if the United States were completely covered in snow -- even the Great Lakes!

      I was trying really hard to remember where Michigan was. I felt at first like it must have been to the west of the Great Lakes. But I then felt like it must have been right in the middle of all the lakes, squeezed in between two of the more northern-extending lakes. I remembered that Michigan looked like a mitten. So I kept trying to find a mitten-shaped state.

      I was now in a commercial jet, apparently, with MW. But we were both looking down to the ground from the plane through some kind of window or plexiglass structure in the floor.

      We were at cruising altitude, i.e., about 10,000 meters. But the view was really like we were only 100 meters or so above the ground. We were also floating in one static position.

      The view was of a snow-covered pine forest, with a road running through the forest. The road was pretty lonely. But a few cars did occasionally pass along it. The forest seemed dense in most places. But there were some empty spots, like clearings for very small ranches or farms. The extension of a small, wooden fence may even have been visible. It was still snowing, too.

      MW and I spoke a little bit more about MW's hometown. We were floating very close to it right now. I told MW I wondered if we couldn't just go to MW's house for a little while.

      But MW said it would take too much time. We'd planned to meet here. We couldn't go away from this spot. MW was talking as if we were on the ground, at an airport, with a long time between flight connections. But we didn't have enough time to leave the airport altogether.

      MW and I looked away from the window. I saw the interior of the plane very vaguely, as if I were still half-looking out the window. But the plane looked like a nice private jet, with light-tan leather upholstery for the seats, and even for the walls!

      MW and I spoke for a bit about how we'd planned to meet here. I knew I'd flown to this area in one commercial plane. MW had flown here in another plane, probably this one. At some point, when the planes were in proximity, I moved from one to the other.

      I now started thinking to myself about all of this. At first I thought this was because the two planes had docked with each other. I thought I had come through some sort of little docking tunnel.

      But then it became apparent that what I'd probably done was teleport myself from the plane I'd been on to the plane that MW was on.

      As I was thinking about all this, my view drifted back down to the view of the ground. But then my view seemed to drift even farther out, up so that I could even see up along the fuselage of the plane, into the snowy, grey sky.
    12. 12/13/11 Black Out, City Lights

      by , 12-13-2011 at 01:18 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      Blackout
      I walked into my school's gym. It was pretty dark, but there were people inside. They were watching a movie on a projector I think. Avoiding them, I walked all the way around the gym to a small, dim room, only illluminated by one light bulb. There were about 3 kids in there. They crouded around a small crate. I pushed my way through, and looked into the crate. I saw cokes inside it. Mainly Mountain Dew (what mainly they looked like) and Diet Coke. A teacher was beside me now. She picked up a Dr. Pepper off of the floor that fell out of the crate and handed it to me. She told me that she thought I might of liked it better. I nodded.
      We had to pay for the cokes, but I didn't, and the teacher never caught me.

      Now I was inside our school's high school hallway. I can't remember which room I was in, or what I was doing, but I do remember that there was a black out in that part of the school. I remember seeing a flashlight earlier in one of the rooms, but I ignored that and felt my way to the end of the hall. For some reason, a random room down the hall's lights never went out.

      When I found my way to the lunch room, there were 2 people in there. It was dark in here as well, but a single fluorescent light bulb flashed in the far left corner. I told them that someone shut off the lights in the high school hallway, and we need to find out who it is. I remember walking outside with them through the back doors in the lunch room. It was light out now. There was a tree where there was never one, right where we came outside. I think we just stood there, and waited. I remember a picture of us kneeling on a brick step, with the leaves falling all around us, looking into a window.

      Now we headed back inside through the way we came. All of the lights were turned on now. I talked to one of the girls with me and we ran to the high school hallway. There was a ton of kids there. The library was open, but it wasn't a library in my dream. It looked like a little stage that popped out of the wall, that had a side door on top of it going into a closet of some type. And there were props on that stage. Also on the stage, were some guys snickering at us, and one looked familiar. I think he was in my class. They told me that they had my sister in this closet. Somehow, my friend turned into Sonic the Hedgehog! She grabbed me and ran into the closet. "She" was so fast that the guys didn't even notice we went inside. Now I was looking down into a bowl inside the closet, and saw a tiny, shining thing dancing around in it. Maybe struggling. I realized that it was my sister! It was so cool. I have no idea how she got into that form.


      City Lights
      We were on a sail boat. I think my cat was driving. Yes, I know it sounds weird, but she was a fantastic driver! She was a bit bigger (fatter) than a normal cat, and stood up like a human when she wanted to.

      My mom and I were the passengers on this boat. When we got to a good spot on the water (we may have been in a river, but I remember boats being parked all around us), we looked up and saw the moon. It was so vivid and so clear, and very close. On the water, I saw shining lights dancing around the moon. It was a breathtaking scene.

      I just remember blackness. Now my cat was driving a car, and me and my mom were coming along once again. She (cat) was driving in the city. We parked at a very tall mall building. When we went in, we were mesmerized by the first floor. Tons and tons of beautiful things, but so expensive. Each floor had a specific theme, and usually had cut out cardboard people to show excitement.

      I can't remember which floor we were on, but I walked all the way to the end of the room and saw the cardboard cut outs. It was a family of four (mom, dad, sister, brother) all happy and smiling as they watched TV and played games in their living room.

      We were on another floor now. I found a scarf, in which I tried on. It was bit too heavy to be a scarf, but it was pretty. It had green on the edges, and had sparkles that dotted the rest. I looked on the price tag, I can't remember the price, I just know that it was expensive.

      Blackness. And now we were about to go on a high way. There were many cars coming, so we had to yield to them. My cat was still driving. A cop was standing obout 10 feet from us, with a grenade launcher mounted on his shoulder, aiming at us! I ducked. My mom told me that he did that because we weren't allowed to "park" there, in which we weren't, so he would try to shoot us with his grenade launcher. He looked pretty furious and he also looked like he didn't have the guts to do it. All of a sudden, my cat gets out of the car and now she's walking onto the high way, cars are screeching and turning trying not to hit her, but some fail. They graze her some, but she's alright.

      The cop was still there. If I had become lucid, I would have took his grenade launcher and shot him in the face. I would have also saved my cat.
      Tags: cat, city, mall, mom, sam, school
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    13. Beginning it again: lucid dreaming

      by , 12-13-2011 at 08:47 AM
      Today i only got one last scene of the night, my friend telling her mother that he had already done his swedish homework and sort of "poured" his homework on her making "klak klak" sound at same time.
      Not much but atleast it was something.

      Updated 12-15-2011 at 12:46 PM by 36342

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    14. 12/06/2011 - "Chocolate"

      by , 12-13-2011 at 08:34 AM (Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles)
      12/06/2011
      "Chocolate"

      I was in the woods, but I believe I was only watching this dream; disembodied. It was a backwoods slasher-movie type of scenario, with this huge, hulking mutant of a hillbilly cannibal lumbering around in a filthy shack. I had seen more of this 'creature' - for lack of a better word - earlier on in the dream, but I don't remember very much. I know that he had a double-barrelled shotgun that he carried on him, at all times, and his house was pretty much just carelessly littered with the carcasses of his past victims. And that he was ugly, and that the only word he ever said throughout the dream was "chocolate", in a low, neanderthalic voice.

      Before too long, there was a group of three hikers, who'd come up a trail that took them into this freakshow's area. They soon found themselves confronted by this monstrousity and abducted at gunpoint - thrown into cages and held until their new host decided that he was hungry. The room that they were being held in looked like a lion's den. The rotting remains of his 'left-overs' thrown carelessly all across the room. It was a disgusting sight, and the hikers knew that they had to try to and escape as soon as they could. At first, they could only see the gory, dismembered remains of those who were there before them, but it wasn't until later that they figured out their mutant captor was actually eating his victims. One of the hikers actually ended up being eaten, but I don't remember it. However I did find out that "chocolate" was what he refered to his victims as, while eating them.

      The last thing I remember is that 2 of the hikers had made it out of the ordeal alive. The other was 'turned into chocolate' - meaning he was eaten. (Actually, it wasn't until writing this, that I realized how much the mutant's calling his victims 'chocolate' sounded so much like when Majin Buu was turning people into chocolate on Dragonball Z.) The remaining two had spent the last few minutes running for their lives, through the woods, and had stopped somewhere to breathe, thinking that they had lost their pursuer. I was watching them, sitting on a downed tree trunk, just beginning to relax after the hell they'd been through. Then, I heard the familiar grumble of the word "chocolate," and twin shotgun barrells raised up into my perspective, as if I was the one behind the trigger. There was a loud blast, and I watched one of the men explode, from his head to his ribcage - ripped open as if the shotgun blast had been a grenade that went off in his body. I had just enough time to see the man beside him flinch from the crimson explosion, before everything went black.
    15. 12/04/2011 and 12/05/2011 - 1) "Tactical Entrapment", 2) "Halloween: Reincarnation"

      by , 12-13-2011 at 08:24 AM (Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles)
      (Got some catching up to do. I actually just bought myself a 'sleep mask', because I figured a lot of my trouble with recall has to do with the fact that I'm waking up around noon now, usually, and light is always streaming into my room, interrupting my sleep. I've never slept with one of these sleep masks on, before, but I'm beginning to like it. My recall and lucid count has skyrocketted, in the past few days. I'm sure the melatonin and alternating doses of 5-HTP and B6 are probably helping. )

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      12/04/2011
      "Tactical Entrapment"

      I was back in high school (maybe. At least it felt like high school), and some friends and I were talked into bringing out favorite weapons from home, for some kind of show and tell. We'd been told that it was perfectly fine, and we weren't going to get in trouble for it. Of course, as soon as we were about to start our presentations, the police busted into the classroom and apprehended us. We sure that we'd been sold out, and were going to be taken to jail, but they had other plans. They offered us a pardon, if we would be a part of a 'super-soldier' experiement and agree to be given a drug that was supposed to make us stronger and faster, after which, we would be properly trained for combat. Fighting what? I never found out. Even though they were police, they were very straight-forward about this procedure being completely illegal, but times were appearently desperate. There were others there with me, and we all took turns explaining what our skills were, if any. Not really just fighting skills, but what we were good at, in other areas of our lives. After this little 'getting to know you' session, we all eagerly took the experimental pills and began our training.

      Later, we were all out battling in the middle of a desert. I remember 'scrolling up' to see a map of our area (as if pulling up the map on Skyrim), and seeing an icon of an enormous serpent, coming up in front of us. Shortly after, we reached the creature. I'd thought it was dead, because it just sat there, motionless, as we approached. After a certain distance, though, this huge beast sprang to life. It began slithering fluidly about the area, snapping at us with quick, powerful strikes and then burrowing away into the sand to strike from another angle. The last thing I remember is fleeing the scene, while a tangled knot of numerous, identical serpents writhed and tumbled itself around us in pursuit.



      12/05/2011
      "Halloween: Reincarnation"

      I can't really peg whether this dream happened in an huge mansion, or a giant facility, like a factory or service area of a mall or something. I do remember that the place was crawling with supernatural creatures, from zombies to ghosts, and that the story centered around a mother and child that had something to do with a reincarnation of Michael Myers. I can't remember if they - combined - were supposed to be his reincarnated self, or maybe just one of them. In any case, I had to fight my way through all of these 'low-level' creatures, in order to finally get to them.

      When I'd finally caught up to them, we were on the second floor of large room, like a lobby or a main hall. I had become lucid, somewhere during the chase, and was able to take out the mother without much problem - though I don't really remember doing it. The second floor railing had overlooked the first, and we had a short standoff near the banister, where she ended up falling over the railing to her death. The son, I remember perfectly. I'd picked him up by his collar. He'd been trying to stab me, before then, but really didn't pose all that much of a threat to me. I was still following the story line, though, so I felt obligated to get rid of the kid, somehow.

      Not wanting to be too morbid about it, I simply tossed the kid off of the second floor balcony as well, compelled to follow him with my eyes, all the way to the bottom. I just wasn't quite sure how my dream would dictate the outcome of his fall. It was quite sickeningly realistic, though, with his neck snapping to one side as he landed headfirst on the first floor, next to his mother's body. My curiosity had been satisfied, but it made me a little remorseful. I didn't have time to dwell on it, though, as more of the creatures from before began to swarm around my position. Following the boy I'd just murdered, I jumped down from the second floor railing and landed on the first floor, bolting from the house, now that my mission had been done.

      The last thing I remember while trying to escape is driving backward into a lake, and having to crawl out the window as the car began to fill with water. I don't believe I was lucid anymore, though, by this time.