non-lucid

I wasn't aware that I was doing this yesterday, but when I read about dream incubation this morning, I saw that that's what I had unintentionally done last night. But even though I didn't know about incubation, before I fell asleep, I had a feeling it was going to happen.

Yesterday, I was looking at shurikens (ninja throwing stars) almost all afternoon. I'm also almost finished reading a book on ninja mind manipulation throughout history. I DON'T study ninjitsu, btw.

Anyway, here's the dream:

~>>*<<~
I'm part of a traveling team of heroes who dish out justice with ... custom-made shurikens. We have a medium sized staff that operates our team vehicle -- a high-end bus/truck that's a mobile HQ control center. It's got all kinds of high tech gadgetry -- communication stuff, tracking stuff, media stuff, etc.

So, apparently, when someone is in danger, it registers on our systems and a combat team member is dispatched (armed to the teeth with shurikens of course).

Anyway, someone was in danger and one of the staff shouts for me to deploy to (?)Dallas(?). As soon as she says that, my project manager from work jumps out of nowhere and goes "He can't do that one! It's not priority! He's working on a project for me!" and disappears.

I tell the staff member to try another location. As she's looking, she screams (pretty much horrified) "OH NOOOO!"

~>><<~

That's it. If you're wondering what my little symbols and things are, they closely resemble the symbols I use in my own dream journal at home:

~>>*<<~ is "Dream begins."
~>>...<<~ is "I don't remember the beginning of the dream, but this is the point from which I recall."
~>>O<<~ is "Dream ends."
~>><<~ is "Dream ends and I wake up right then."
(?)any words(?) means "I THINK that's what was said." or "I THINK that's what was done" or "I THINK that's what I saw."

I'm sure I'll come up with other symbols for more stuff as I move along.

09/15/2011
Dream Fragment One
All I remember was that I was in a house that I thought was my own. I walked outside, and it was night time. Looking to one side, I noticed that the outside of the house was definitely not my house. For one brief moment, I realized that I had no idea where I was, and that this had to be a dream. Unfortunately, I woke up immediately after this realization.


Dream Fragment Two
I was driving around, downtown somewhere, with MJ. We were just hanging out for a while, but I don't really remember too much that went on.


Dream Three
"Friends 'til the End...and Then Some."

This was a really strange dream, and I'm not sure if I can remember the exact details, because it was kind of confusing. I was not actually a participant in this dream. I just seemed to be watching it. Apparently, there were two middle-aged women, who were extremely close friends. One of them - a brunette - really reminded of Rosanne Arnold. The other woman - blonde - was being abused by some deadbeat dude, and ended up getting critically injured by him. (I don't believe she died, though.) Later, her friend had done something to the man, in order to get revenge. I can't remember what it was, but she definitely put him in his place. She might have killed him. I'm not sure.

However, the twist came when the brunette woman was sitting in her home one night, and she picked up the phone to call her friend. My disembodied perspective came in on the conversation, as she was sitting on her bed and explaining to her friend about how she avenged her friend and 'got the bastard' that critically injured her. Suddenly, I could hear her friend on the phone. Her voice was filled with sorry, and it seemed so much more like she was talking to herself, rather than talking to the friend who was telling her about how she's gotten the man back for what he'd done. I could hear the blonde's muffled voice through the phone, sobbing to herself about how much she misses her friend (the brunette), how she wishes she was still alive, and how she hated the man that killed her beloved friend.

The brunette was visibly shocked by this. She called into the phone "hello?? hello??!", trying to get clarification, but it seemed that her blonde friend couldn't hear her. It was if the phone call was not actually happening, and she was just somehow listening to her blonde friend talking to herself. Then, the brunette began to piece together what was going on, and my perspective followed her recollection as if it were a movie flashback. It showed that the brunette was actually the one who was attacked by the man in question. I saw a quick flash of her getting struck down by him, and then another flash of a funeral service. The brunette woman was in an open casket, and her blonde friend was standing nearby. My perspective then switched back to the brunette, in her room, still clutching the phone. The realization came to her (and me, of course), that she was the one who had been killed, and that everything that had happened after her death (killing the man, talking on the phone to her friend) was all just fabrications of the afterlife that came with her apparent inability to accept the fact that she had died. My recollection of the dream faded as the woman was just sitting on the bed with the look of complete shock on her face, trying to make sense of just what the hell happened to her.


Dream Fragment Four
I was laying on a couch. On the couch with me was the brunette from the previous dream. The blonde was sitting on a nearby loveseat. Having no idea that I was still dreaming, I was explaining the previous dream to the two of them, as if they were my waking world friends. They listened intently, while I recounted all the details.


Dream Five
"The Undead of Winter"

(Another crazy one, and I have the feeling I'm missing a lot that went on, before my initial recollection of the dream begins.)

I was in an enormous mansion, along with some friends. The first thing I remember is that we had done something we weren't supposed to do, and ended up unleashing a horde of zombies from deep within the mansion. Once they were unleashed, they just began streaming out of every door and hallway, in absolutely insane numbers. We all ran for our lives, trying not to get lost in the building. I remember the final stretch of hallway, leading toward the exit, and ducking and dodging all of the flailing, undead arms that were reaching out for us as we passed.

When we finally made it outside, we found ourselves in a snow-white clearing. It looked like this mansion was secluded out in the Alps, or something, with the tundra-like setting all around us. The zombies continued to flood out of the mansion by the thousands, and we had something of a stand-off, out here, because it seemed like all directions were blocked by impassable landscape. I remember having some sort of contraption in my pocket that helped point me out to where any potential weapons were. However, with the zombies beginning to box us in, there was no way that I could get to any of them. They eventually closed in on us, and I remember dying at least once.

Before I knew it, I was back inside the mansion. We had just accidentally set the zombies free (again), and they were filling the mansion again, while we made our second escape. With some awareness of what had happened, the first time, I pulled out my 'weapon-finder' much earlier, on this second run. As soon as I exited the mansion, I took a sharp right and dashed toward a crowbar that the gadget had directed me to. I picked it up and began bludgeoning the creatures back, as best I could. There were far too many of them, though, and they just kept on coming. We continued to be pushed back to the rough terrain, as we had before, but we somehow figured out that these zombies only advanced on us when we were looking at them, and whenever we would turn our eyes from them, they would either freeze up, or wander about aimlessly. (I also remember something about music being involved, and how music being played also caught them to wonder around at random, instead of toward us. It all felt like a zombie-apocalypse game I tried out the other day on the PC, where the zombies wouldn't come close to you, unless you were moving around and drawing attention to yourself, but a little different. Can't remember the name of the game, though.)

Using this knowledge of how to stun them to our advantage, the last thing I remember is our group working together to stun them and toss grenades into the fray, when there were enough of them in a single spot to maximize damage to the horde. However, we knew that we just did not have enough resources to take them out, and they continued to stream out of the mansion in numbers that didn't seem to show any signs of dwindling.

09/07/2011
Fragment
All I remember is having sex with someone I know online. I can't remember who it was, though. I also had a false awakening, where I was about to jot down notes on the dream, but saw that I had a message from this girl in my inbox. In the note, she thanked me for an amazing night, and I had to sit there for a moment and wonder whether or not I actually saw this girl the night before.

09/10/2011
"Mystery Sprain"

I don't remember what happened in the 'beginning' of this dream, but I was in some sort of 'camp' area or something, and I saw a large group of my friends walking passed me. Apparently, some attack on our camp had happened, earlier on, and I was already injured. I had to limp my way to catch up to the others, and the pain in my ankle was excruciating. Having heard about the oncoming retaliation, though, I was eager to help them out. Holding a pair of nunchaku, I hobbled along and caught up with them. I can't remember who all was there, but I remember one of them telling me that I should stay behind, because I was hurt and probably would be more of a liability than asset. I refuted this, as much I could, and continued on with them, though the pain in my ankle was just growing more and more unbearable, with each labored step.

Finally, we came to a large ditch. I just kind of stared at it, reasonably intimidated. My friends jumped down into the muddy crevice and made their away across the ankle-high mess of wet dirt and grass. Me? I slowly attempted to climb down the side of the embankment, favoring the ankle which repeatedly sent shocks of pain screaming up my leg, with each descending step. When I got to the bottom, I looked across the low area, and the incline on the other side, which the others were already beginning to climb. It was then that I - completely disheartened - decided to concede. I knew I was just going to slow them down, assuming I was even able to make it across the muddy ditch without further injuring what was certainly a sprained ankle. Defeated, I turned around and painfully began to climb my way back up the embankment, and head back to camp. I didn't get very far before waking up.

(I actually woke up with a sprained ankle! From the way I had gone to sleep, I believe that my foot must have gotten wedged between my wall and mattress, and must have just gotten twisted during my nocturnal movements. The pain most likely worked its way into the dream. Definitely wouldn't be the first time it's happened, but it's been the most painful. Had to wrap it up for the following two days, afterward, but it's healed up now.)

I am in Sunset Valley and I am in front of a school. It starts out as a video game but then it becomes reality. I go outside and it opens up into a field of green trees and blue skies. The air is fresh and crisp. I turn to my left and I see my friends sitting at a table on a country deck and my brother, my friend Anthony and another friend of mine is in the I then go inside and the school has all murky colors and there is no light. I go up the stairs and slip on the thirteenth step but thankfully I don't fall down. I reach the top of the stairs and get in line for lunch...I smell cocanut pudding(yum) and I see an array of sweets. I ask for pudding and the lunch lady mumbles something...everything freezes and I wake up...

throughout this dream I could hear kids talking in the background but when I woke up it wasn't on the radio.

black:sad and depressed
Royalblue: happy and elated

I am gambling with my family and it is nighttime. we have to guess certain smells of certain object.


dream 2

I am going home to my apartment at nighttime and I live on the second floor. I have a bunkbed and my apartment is unfinished. I later find myself in a forest in Brazil and I go to a house of prostitutes(?)...Later, I am in a hospital . the prostitutes are blind and they are in black cloaks, they run in the road but strangely, they do not get hit...


royal blue:it was daytime

Notes: Because things have changed so much for me in the past few months, I ended up just setting aside my dream journal for about a month. It's hard to be dream motivated when things are so stressful. However, I think I'm ready to try again.

I read a post here about writing down your day's events at the end of the day, and I started doing that two days ago. Already I've noticed improvements. I was motivated enough this morning to write out a long dream.

I think I'll wait a week before picking out dream signs since I started over. Also, I don't know how the next few days will go because this morning, I woke up feeling like I was dying (stupid ovaries), so I may not care about writing dreams down as I reach for the trash can and some pain killers.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

09.27.2011

Shoujo Hop (Non-lucid)

Me, mom and dad were walking in the store on the far right. We saw an Asian (he had the typical features) standing there looking confused, but he looked towards me and I, walking ahead, moved back with mom because I was shy, so that dad was walking ahead.

The boy, who looked about my age, started trying to talk to dad in 'Korean'. Dad was like "okaaay" and started to walk on. I took pity and before I passed him, I stopped to help.

I had my hair up in pigtails like I went to bed with in RL.

I asked if he knew any English. He shook his head. For a second I wondered why he was there then, and how he understood me. I ended up moving on and saw that he'd gotten on pixiv. Maybe on a small black device, and I saw it that he was on pixiv in my head.

We walked on again and mom and dad were arguing about the boy. Dad thought maybe he was mentally retarded or something.

~Gap~

- I'm walking up to mom and the cart, and maybe I have something.

- I was talking to dad about product(s). There was a little more detail about the groceries but I didn't have the best recall.

~ Gap~

Mom ducks under a low hang. 'How cute it is', she said, and I was confused. I ducked under it, bumping my head. Then I see a baby seat on a shopping cart. I look at the baby in it as I pass, but it's kind of ugly and I wonder how mom thought it was cute. It looked more like a baby with a man's face.

As I passed it the mother came back. I tell her about bumping my head, but she seemed to ignore me.

~Gap~

I was walking along a swingset. The style felt more anime-like. Girls (5-6) were swinging. One saw me and pretty much flew off the swing and glomped onto me. A couple more piled onto me, and someone/me mentions/thinks that we looked like the Powerpuff Girls.

I think we were sprawled on the ground in a pose. I started naming off groups we could be, and the girl's expressions changed depending on what I said. They were amusing. Only one I remember now is Sailor Moon and some licensed media.

~Gap~

We were posting our cosplay pics online for a short time. One got taken down because the media was licensed. I saw the page on the internet. The pic link wasn't up anymore. I figured the cosplay based on the Japanese show(s) hadn't been taken down because it's harder for Japanese companies to wade through English pages.

The girls were less anime-like and older.

~Gap~

One of the girls, blonde-haired, was sitting outside a house on the porch. She said she was 'practicing her Kubota by _x_ anyone who went by'. She seemed to be glaring.

x = Something like 'taking care of'.

Me: Kubota from the manga Wild Adapter by Minekura Kazuya.

pixiv - A Japanese (fan)art website I go to often.

Side notes: My dad would never say 'okaaay' much less not help someone in need. Also, I totally understand the gap parts, I know why I'd associate certain things with other things. It was interesting to follow.

I had one other private dream.

I was in a giant camp ground. The landscape reminded me of the Gorge Amphitheater. I was there with Dina and Michael and we set up a big tent for the three of us. I remember Michael was making a huge deal about where the tent would go in relation to where the car was parked and how much privacy our camp area had. I really didn’t give a shit so I let Michael be in charge of it. After we set up our red tent, we started to explore the area. It was an extremely sunny and warm day. I could feel the sun on my skin. I was in jean shorts and a red tank top. I had a strip of acid that had gotten some water on it. The strip contained 6 hits. I ate the whole strip because for some reason I believed the water on the strip was diluting it. Michael then gave me an ecstasy pill and I took that as well. There was a carnival adjacent to our camping area. In the carnival was a “spooky” Halloween themed ride. I wanted to go onto the ride but I wasn’t sure about how I would feel being on acid and ecstasy and going down the steep roller coaster portion of it. Instead I walked around the end of the ride which was an enclosed haunted house thing. It was extremely well decorated and I enjoyed looking at the ghost and skeletons. When I walked back outside of the haunted house, the cast from “Always Sunny in Philadelphia” were there. Charlie (from the show) was bragging about how he “banged me” (something Charlie would say on the show) 3 times to Denise. I’m not attracted to Charlie at all and I had no recollection of this “banging” taking place but I didn’t care because the drugs were starting to kick in. I felt extremely happy, at ease, and super giggly. Charlie continued to brag to Denise and Denise looked really upset. For some reason I felt bad for Denise and I walked up to him to cheer him up. He was gazing aimlessly out onto a pond in a really cheesy fashion and this made me laugh a lot. It was becoming twilight out and I remember looking out over the scenery and thinking it looked really beautiful and magical in a way. I stood for a while looking at the sun set over the cliffs. Something weird happens here and I disappear from the dream. Now I am seeing things from Denis’s point of view. As Denis I look over and see Sarah Palin running towards me. I turn the other way and see a house where a party in going on. I run into the house through the back sliding glass doors. A lot of attractive people in there 20’s are there drinking and dancing to the music. I lock the door right as Sarah begins to pull on it. I then remember the front door is unlocked and I run there and lock that door as well. I get there just before Sarah does again. Then I rush to the top floor (of this 3 story house) where I find Mac. I warn him that Sarah is coming and that we need to hide. (I am really not sure why I was so scared of Sarah Palin in this dream or why I felt the need to hide from her.. lol) I see a small shelf that is obviously wayyyyyyy to small for me to fit in and yet I crawl into it. (Should have realized I was dreaming here.. Big time!) I pull a blue and white afghan blanket over my body to conceal myself. Almost immediately after I hide myself, Sarah walks into the room. She pulls the blanket off of me and pulls me out of the self. Sarah has cut her hair in the style of Xena the warrior princess and is wearing the exact same outfit from the show. I (Denis) begin to scream “Lucy Lawless” over and over again at her. She snarls at me and grunts like a pig. I manage to wiggle my way free from her and run out of the room. I hop down an entire flight of stairs but she is still faster then me. She grabs me by my collar and pulls me towards her face again. I (Denis) scream out like a little girl and begin to repeat “Lucy Lawless” over and over again. Wake up… WTF??

i was at a pawn shop with my mother. we walked tho this back gate to this area were all the cars are held. there was a Subaru wrx there that i really really wanted to drive in real life. my mom walked over and said lets go. i said will dusty get mad?(he is the owner of the car) the she replyed. but i dont remember what she said. i got in the car and started it. i got very happy that i finally get to drive this car. we drove off from the area out in to the town. when i noticed how awesome the motor sounded but the blow off valve on the car was very quiet. also when i shifted it was so perfect. the shifter moved nice and smooth in to gear. after driving for a while i ended up at a friends house, but this house wasnt really his. we got out of the car to go talk. me and my mom talked to my friend and his dad about something i dont remember then i decided to open up the hood of the car. i opened it and looked at the engine. i remember the turbo was like half the engine and had its one belt drive. then my friend pulled the belt of the turbo. i got all pissed and started to fix it. i kept calling him a dumb son of a bitch. then i woke up

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

27-09-11 Intentions: Chill out and meet up with Kaomea, perhaps find Mitzu and get her to explain how to do portals. Additionally I kept in mind to wake up and write down my dreams right after they occurred to see if my recall had gone completely, which proved a good strategy though I have to be careful due to quite the difficulties in falling back to sleep. An audio recorder has become a serious consideration to avoid light interference and shorten the time spent.

“Turning off the lights on the night of the dead is a serious matter”

I am in a house there is a kitchen and dining room adjacent to each other and there are loads of lights on. The lights are a combination of burning candles and electrical lighting. I am going around the house turning off these lights down stairs. Next to the dining room is a hallway that includes a flight of stairs going up. I know people are up there and I take a piece of candy and throw it out the door to get the attention from the people upstairs so I don't have to do all the work myself.

A big, hispanic looking and well trained guy named Jesus appears in this hallway. I briefly wonder if he has come from upstairs or the outside, though I think I decide on the former. While I start talking to Jesus, I get struck with terror. I never really figure out if he is involved in my emotional state or not.

I get sucked into a conversation that happens mentally. My interpretation of this conversation is a sheet of paper with blue pen written on it. As the conversation progress the the statements in each column, one for me and one for the other party change. I get the feeling I am speaking with two figures dressed in dark clothes and that they are either supernatural entities or involved in a cult worshipping such beings.

The gist of the conversation is that it is the night of the dead and the veil between the world of spirit and the world of physics is thinnest. They are trying to intimidate me by I think proclaiming that they will claim my niece on her 4th year of living (7-9-13). However I am not going to sit idly by and let this happen. I think I wake up.

Notes: When awake I get this sensation that I am not alone in the room, I am still stricken with terror, a bit like the nightmare I had a few nights ago. Though this time I go back to sleep with a defiant attitude and I reiterate my intentions, while still noting that on the nights where I intend to dreamwalk I get a similar terror affect.

“Traffic planning leads to defeating a god”

I am following people around in an environment similar to what I grew up in. I think I am following two people around who are taking me on a tour through their private roads while explaining that they are trying to comply with the government regulations for road safety, though they aren't happy about the government interference.

The lighting would indicate a summer afternoon with high bright sun and the foliage still carries clear green. As we are walking around these roads I notice that already some destination signs have been put up, so work has already been carried out.

We get to a point where there is a clearing in the plant life already and it looks like there is a wooden bench that has been cut out of a tree root. I proclaim that there is already a spot of a sign to be placed here, but the old man, now in the shape of my grandfather proclaims that he will fight to the death against having a sign placed here. The reason becomes apparent upon closer inspection of this bench, which isn't actually a bench, but rather a depiction of a Viking face. It is cut pretty flat so the perspective makes the face visible (strange somehow impossible in waking life I think).

My grandfather is then asked if he thinks the Norse people were peaceful settlers, but he explains that they are better contrived as nomads. The scenery starts shifting and now we are in what can best be described as a mixture of a locker room and museum at night. My grandfather is then asked where the blonde trace of the Norse people originated from. He explains it is a funny story and that it was in the 1800s with the “Ette” families.

There are people in dark robes in the room by now. I ask if the name Vestergaard has any relation to this Ette family, but my grandfather explains that it doesn't sound likely. Maybe the name is connected to the god Vejle. There is no current understanding of the meaning of the name Vejle or mine for that matter.

We then get captured by Vejle and she holds nothing back, she lets us know that she intends to kill us. She wounds by stabbing me somewhere in the upper part of my torso, but then a woman appears and distracts her, thereby saving me. Vejle kills her (I think). At this point I notice her dagger is of clear crystal and superior compared to my crude rock knife.

I charge her and figure out she is strong. The battle is an attempt from both sides to block the other's attack. She gets a stab into my pelvic area right above my crouch and it hurts and for a brief moment I think I have been defeated. But I invoke defiance and get a stab in her neck just above her protective chain mail she carries under her dark robe.

As she is dying I lean closer and look her deeply in the eyes and tell her (somehow knowing that it is now my right and duty to proclaim the meaning of my name) “God Slayer, the meaning of the name is God Slayer”.

The remaining “hoodies” pick up Vejle and drag her out while at the same time declaring that they will paint the walls with the name God Slayer, as if I have just beaten a chief in a duel and thereby claimed leadership over the people.

I bend over and clutch my wound.

I wake up.

Notes: Similar feeling to the first (and previous) nightmares, but with increased confidence in my ability to concur nightmares and whatever entities are trying to get me. “Ette” and “Vejle” is a rubbish word and a Danish town respectively.
…............

“You can't get on the plane!”

I am in an airport. My family, including my uncle, auntie and my cousins are going on a trip. It is a trip within Europe so technically we shouldn't need our passports. We are walking through to the security check through this long narrow hallway where there is plenty of evening sun coming through.

Michael and I have forgotten out passports and while my mother is having a fit, I try and take control of the situation by proclaiming that since it is a European flight our drivers licenses should be enough to get us on the plane (don't think this is actually true). Michael is the first to show his drivers license to the Norwegian (?) security guard, and he confirms that it would be possible to get on the plane if it wasn't for the fact that his drivers license had expired. He asks Michael to get back out of the airport.

My uncle Calle, Michael's dad, get cranky and asks rather sarcastic if the security guard is really going to tell Michael that he cannot get on board. His tone of voice indicates that he will be upset about this and that he might resort to violence if his son isn't allowed on the plane.

Calle goes behind the counter the security guards are standing by and starts facing us. In the meantime the guard he was getting into an argument with comes up behind him, grabs something from a drawer that I recognise to be pepper spray and starts spraying Calle in the neck. Calle at first doesn't reall sense it and then he slowly starts turning his head and gets a bit in his eyes.

He starts punching the security guard and after a while the guard asks his partner if he can bring him two rounds from the cupboard, declaring his intention of shooting Calle. Then it goes weird. All of a sudden the two security guards with Calle in the middle are assembling a big drill for a power tool and at this point I start clapping my fingers. I don't think my family has realised it yet, but I have figured that it is all a show for Michael because it is his birthday.

I walk along the counter and see my dad sitting by it like he would a bar. I look at him while clapping to see if he has figured it is all a play as well.
…..................

“I have a freaking strange way of fertilising plants”

I am at a party, or something similar and I leave to run back home. I am running through the rain without wearing a shirt. I think this is intentional because I have some woman to impress. Although I am running sloooooooow and people are seeing it I am quite confident that it looks like I am in quite a powerful stride.

I don't get all the way back home and all of a sudden I have this plant that is supposed to get planted in April. I walk into a house that I think is my own but after a while I see that it is not. I turn around to leave while saying “Sorry my mistake, wrong house” and try and walk out. The house I now notice is blue and yellow pallets on the walls with wooden bar chairs set along a counter. I briefly wonder how the place looks like a café or bar, when last I was in the area it was a residential house.

Aaaanyways I start walking out the house and I now seem completely entagled in the tree or plant I am supposed to plant in April. This tree is so big that I get stuck in the door and can't get out. I am not afraid, but slightly embarrassed at the situation as I have clearly gone about my mission of getting out of the door in completely the wrong way.

The owner of the house, a woman comes out and starts helping me out. As well as helping me out the door she also provides some useful tips for when I will plant the tree. I am not sure why I start rummaging about in the dirt around the roots of the plants, maybe to get out of the entanglement I don't know. However what does come from this is that I notice there is a lot of worms in the dirt and as I dig my hands in I can feel them moving about in my hands. These worms are fertilizers I intrinsically know, so I decide to grab a handful and eat them in order to fertilize my plants (WTF!?!?). It is a really unpleasant feeling in my mouth and then I question if I can even incorporate this way of fertilisation into my lifestyle (I am an ethical/principal vegetarian).

skip.

Back in the bar/café from before and I notice the woman is having a shot. I think it is Jaegermeister dropped into a glass of hot water. My dad orders 4 and gives me one along with Lars Digter, and some else.
….................

“Short WILD – Swimming Pool and find Minka!”

I am lying in my bed just after the dream above. I notice the lights behind my eyelids get brighter and brighter and eventually pictures start appearing. The pictures are strange they are of chairs on a balcony, but the balcony is upside down.

My vision zooms up so I can see some details of the chairs. They are white and look like cheap dining chairs, the texture seems somewhat rough. Along these chairs are white plastic recliners as well.

Skip.

I wake up in the darkness by a pool. My sister is talking about how she has gone swimming with my niece, momma baby style. I tell her that it is all well and good, but that this is a dream. Then my sister reassures me that of course she would do it in dreams but also in real life, which basically just serves to confuse me and I can't really understand the implications of the sentence.

I am somewhat confused I see the white recliners and I am positive that I was just falling asleep, but I end up jumping into the pool and really feeling the water. I then climb back out of the pool and decide to check my hand. it looks fairly normal at first, then maybe an extra finger, wait am I sure there was an extra finger, make you little finger shorten Dennis! Cool beans, finger is getting shorter, defo dreaming!

What was it I wanted to do, oh right find Minka (50% correct, I was supposed to find someone, but it was Kaomea). I walk out on the water because I can and take off into flight up to a roof top window. I think I might be talking to my sister about dream control or something.

I start climbing out through the window, but bonk my head against the glass. I take a breath, slow down and focus and try again. This time I am able to go through the glass and it feels like I am climbing through cling film.

I take off into flight again when I am on the roof. I shout “Engage Awareness!” and I take particular notice of the fact that there are plenty of stars out and the trees are swaying heavily with wind. I notice that I am completely wet from being in the pool and the wind is going to chill me, but I also think luckily I can just alter that so it isn't a problem.

As I am flying through the wind I become nervous about the wind grabbing me and slamming me to the ground or into a tree. The dream fades.

Notes: I think the lack of time spent stabilising the dream and the fear evoked about slamming into a tree is what ended it. It was only a brief thought as well, almost the same instant I thought it I also thought, fuck it, only a dream.

I am in some sort of small town, its night time. I have been chatting on something similar to IRC and we are trying to help this kid. We meet up with him and he is OBESE, i mean like huge. I try to tell him its not that bad and he trips me up and uses just his face as a deadweight, its crushing me and weighs SO much. "see?" he tells me.

Dream 2.
I move into some sort of dorm room with this girl, she seems really upset and im determined to cheer her up. When we have finished unpacking i find some radio equipment and we start blasting out tunes to everyone in the building. We are dancing around the room and laughing. Some people enter and shout things at the girl. I go over to her and give her a cuddle, cheer her up and we start dancing about again.

We are outside. Just next to a bank and a small river. All of a sudden a car comes tearing out of a shed-like building, breaks the small fence and speeds around on a path and someone is shooting at us. everyone around us are pro-wrestlers but they cant do anything against a gun. i hit the deck, almost in the water as there is a small groove there and i can hear the bullets zipping past me and hitting close to me. When the car has gone i turn around to make sure this girl is ok. She is fine.

Dream 3.

I am at some sort of award ceremony, in a huge dark room, there are many seats filled with people all facing a stage. After watching for some time i begin to feel hungry, i get up & walk to the back of the room, i climb a huge hill with dark carpet (still inside here) & reach a platform that is high up, i can see all the seats in the room and the stage, even small LED's that highlight the walkway. Someone else is with me, and elderly man. I look to my left and see a friend, mark standing on a platform that is a orange/red colour. He seems to be waiting for something and is looking up. I wander over to him and as i am bout to ask him what he is doing a horizontal metal bar raises up past the edge of the platform and rises above mark, it pauses for a second and mark jumps up and grabs it, waits for it to start to move again and then lets go. He mutters to himself, something about needing to make it look cool, i watch the bar as it travels up and stops at another platform which is really high up compared to this one.

When the bar arrives again he does a back flip & grabs it again, and lets go as it starts to move.
I understand what im suppose to do and move away from mark to let him continue and i wait for the bar to arrive again. It comes up and when it stops i jump up and grab hold of it, the elderly guy follows my lead and grabs it too. It then begins to take us up to the next platform. We get off and notice a small, shed-like structure in the middle of this platform, i recognise this as the food place and then i see a window with a cash register. I walk over and make my order, a pizza and a can of coke, i start to eat my pizza, it tastes amazing! I try to figure out how im suppose to get back, as the bar doesnt seem to go back down. I watch the elderly guy walk to the edge of the platform and jump down. I am startled and run over to where i saw him disappear and find another platform just a few metres below this one. its all padded too, so i jump down onto this platform.

Now i notice a vertical bar we use to carry us over a gap, to ANOTHER platform and then we both run and jump, we go flying through the air and land on the carpeted hill and slide all the way back to our seats.

After a while the event finishes and as we walk outside me, frenchy & paul notice that there are weird creatures inside a building next to us.
We decide to take a look and enter the building. Frenchy & paul both have weapons but i dont so i am spotting and pointing out enemies. I see one to the left, then point to our 3 O' clock. These creatures look like prawns from district 9.

Frenchy and paul are mowing down these creatures but suddenly there is an explosion, we are all blasted out of the building through a window, shattering the glass as we are forced through it. I hit the ground outside, i looke around and see frenchy and paul next to me. We seem to be ok but i pass out.

I wake up in a house, my grandmother is there & tell her all about what happened, the ceremony, the weird bars that helped us out and finally, about the weird creatures and the explosion. She smiles at me & says "sounds really fun"
I see josh enter the house, though we are in a room next to the hallway, i see him rush through the door, i say hello to him put he annoys me, hes holding a plastic bag with something inside it, he runs up the stairs.
I go up the stairs and joe is there, i ask him whats up with josh, he shrugs at me. I leave it and walk back downstairs, my grandmother is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs. We start talking again and i ask her if she has a cold, because her voice is off. She replies "yes, do you have one too?"
"i think i do" i tell her.
She turns and walks into a room directly in front of us, i decide to follow her in and recognise that this is my room. I decide that im not angry with josh for ignoring me cause he probably has a new game he is desperate to play. I notice a 27" flatscreen that is wall-hung just above me and decide to play a few games.

I wake up.

I'm still getting over a nasty cold, so my dreams lately have had the added benefit of cold medicine influencing them:

All I remember about this dream is that I'm someplace where I'm trying to set up my computer, along with an iPad I picked up somewhere along the way, so I can put on a slideshow display of pictures I took on a recent scuba dving trip of mine. But as hard as I try to do it, things keep happening (or fail to happen) that prevents it: I get sidetracked by someone or something; the table I put my equipment on suddenly grows huge so that I can't reach anything without climbing up on the table; there is no place to plug in my laptop computer so that it goes dead after running on only battery power; suddenly the table that is too big is suddenly too little and very unstable, etc. At one point, I'm sidetracked by having to go and pick up the broken pieces of a keyboard cover that are laying on the ground and in the water; this happened while the table was huge; for some reason, it was set up next to a large body of water, like a lake or a pond.

My dream last night was non-lucid and a nightmare.

I was in my room, talking to my boyfriend. I was really happy (we're in a LDR) that he was there so I didn't notice when someone came up and grabbed my wrist.

I jerked around, twisting to get away from the person, and I felt my wrist snap. There was a loud, high pitched noise and the attacker let me go, covering their ears.

That was when I managed to stand. I told my boyfriend to leave and he fought that but, eventually, I forced him to leave before the person grabbed me again.

I felt a knife go into my stomach, just below my ribs, and I screamed. The sound was high pitched but not as high as the other sound and the person laughed.

I woke up just as he turned me around to face him.

Any ideas what this dream means?

Dream - Lucid

A gigantic nuclear bomb had been launched at China; it had come from space. It completely destroyed China, Europe, and pretty much that entire side of the planet.

On the other side of the planet in the U.S., I was at home with my family. My mom and brother were definitely there, but I'm not sure where my dad was. Everything was eerily quiet and dark. There was no wind, nothing. Despite our distance from the affected side of the world, we were under a nuclear winter. Radiation could easily kill us. I was worried about that.

At that moment, we were easily some of the only survivors of this nuclear catastrophe.

I walked out into the garage, and Ryan was there, looking through some old stuff we have up against the wall. He turned to look at me. I'm not sure whether or not we spoke.

I went upstairs to look around, and saw that part of my room had caved in. I laughed and called my mom and brother to show them what had happened. It's not like I'd be needing that room anyway, we needed to get out of there.

We were trying to find somewhere safe to go. I was going around the house, collecting things that I thought we may need. I picked up a couple of throw blankets, both cat-themed with little mice and such stitched into them. I was scared that I may touch something that was affected by the radiation. As I scanned the room, everything had this still, stifling air about it. I gathered up a few more things, though they weren't necessarily things that we would probably need. I just wanted to save everything.

2011-09-27 - The dream was pretty weird. Before bed time I have wrote a topic in Dreamviews, after that I havent check It.

So I was at my home, or somewhere else where I could use computer. So I sit down and checked my topic In DreamViews, It was updated. There was comments, and anwers, I cant remember very well who wrote comments, or what was in them. But I remember It was 3+ comments. And one of the comments (first) I think was wrote by Arch. Cuz the Signature in reality was almost as In dream. But I can't remember It very well. And If It was Arch's comment, I think that it was because hes active In this forum, and If I get comment In my dream at DreamViews It would be known user, like Arch or someone else who I know or very active and easy to remember.

DJ Log: September 27, 2011 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am running around naked in a large metal fabrication workshop, searching for my clothes. I find my shoes near a loading dock in the front of the shop, then find my undies hanging in the ceiling beams. I look all over the place, but I can't find my socks, pants, or shirt.