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    1. 29th Shared Dreaming Attempt - Evolventity's Dream

      by , 09-11-2011 at 12:38 AM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Evolventity's Dream
      September 10, 2011

      (Regular Dream) Fell asleep at 6AM, woke up at 8AM.
      -My sister J* and I are walking through a dark forest with hills made of wood chips on our right. As we walk, a cute mongoose is running along side on the hills. We come to a huge hill of wood chips and logs, and we wonder if he will be able to climb the hill. The hill curves in front of the path and we have to walk upward. I hike first and try pulling J* higher. We find ourselves at a campsite after reaching the top. There is a woman in her 20s here along with a wolf she has tied to a wooden post using a rope. The wolf may be a werewolf, but seems like a common white wolf. I think I tried to re-tie or pull the wolf back to the posts and he almost ran away when the woman tied swooped in to tie him for me.

      (Regular Dream)
      -I'm standing a couple yards away from the back entrance of my Aunt N*'s house. There is a drug lord inside who has been causing me trouble. His henchmen are blocking me from passing, holding machine guns. I'm standing, stopped, looking at M*'s iPhone. The men fire their machine guns at the same time. I begin to play a machine gun sound on the phone and listen to it, comparing how similar it is to the real thing being fired right in front of me. Standing unaffected, I walk pass them. One more round is fired at the floor and bullet holes form, unlike they did on me. I walk to the back bedroom and before entering I begin a recording on the phone. I walk in finding the dealer, in his 40's, on the bed. He looked Italian, like an actor I've seen before but I don't know his name. I try to set the phone down directed towards us on a dresser. He takes the phone and I struggle to snatch it back as he cancels the recording. (Skip) M* is now present and makes a deal with the drug lord; not to do something. His sentence to obey him will remain for a year. I speak up and his time is extended over a couple thousand years. We leave in a car with J*, trying to take her home, and she wants us to make a detour.

      (Regular Dream) Fell asleep at 12PM, woke up at 2PM.
      -I'm sitting in bed with M*. The FBI or some other authority figures with computer skills is coming to retrieve the phone. I'm not sure if there was actually anything useful on the phone for them. I go through the camera roll. I find an unfamiliar picture of M* and us together, nude perhaps. give him the phone and rush to grab my laptop. I sit back down on the bed as I open it up and press the power button. Thankfully, it has already been booted so we've saved a little time. I connect the iPhone using USB and try to transfer the files. Three different windows are present and each are decreasing from time starting at 10 minutes. I realize they're not actually downloading around the 6th minute, only creating thumbnails to be viewed. I pick the right folder window and the transfer begins. (Skip) I escape with a small group of people. One of the men is cop from the anime movie "Paprika." It's night time and we are surrounded by metal cargo containers, like often seen in movies involving a chase, and only rigs can move them. Anyway, I see the Joker, from the Dark Knight, lean out from behind one. He shoots a gun several times at me. I quickly jump aside behind a cargo storage too. I see the cop across from me yielding his gun in hiding. The joker is trying to merge all parallel universes and gain total control. In order to escape him I need to find my own path and go through time. I run aside from the cargo and jump backwards, I dash through universe and time using a wormhole. I can see the universe I'm fleeing as I travel further. I'm inside of a streaking white and other multi-colored tunnel. The joker has come through, and has switched into the role of a good guy, on my side. A different entity is now chasing us as the joker controls the path through the worm hole with me tagging behind. The villain engulfs two objects, maybe even a person, and takes on a rock-like shape with an off-white egg shell color. He sinks and rises near me still trying to catch us, maybe engulf us. The scene merges into another scene where my sister J* and I are in another continuous rush, this time we are walking through SubWay restaurants. I'm only looking at the ground as we pass through each SubWay and there is never a break from the restaurant, every couple of yards we merge into a different universes version of SubWay. We sit down at a table. There are large windows facing the street and it's sunny outside. The environmental colors are vivacious. Our goal is to now return to our own universe. I look around and notice the people. The table at my right bears a 7 year old child sitting across from his 30 year old relative. However; as young as this person looks, he is actually 30 years old and the man across from him is his 7 year old son. In this universe people age backwards, taking on a younger appearance. I notice other people in the restaurant who are aged this way too. A woman comes to our table and sits. She looks 20 though she is probably 60. I tell her she is beautiful. She is in 2D and I can see through her transparent body. When I tell her she is beautiful a fractal emerges from the center of her brain, enlarging to its boundaries. I say to her "Who else is here beautiful? You're beautiful J*. Don't you think she's pretty?" She replies "Yes, I do, she is pretty" with a smile on her face. J* then forms a fractal in her 2D brain as well, and with the same compliment, another is formed inside of the previous fractals' boundaries. J* mentions she's on her period by saying "It's that time of the month" and then asking the 'girl' "Are you on that time of the month." The woman now looking near 14 years old acts confused. She doesn't know what we;re talking about. I become forgetful of the nature of this universe and the fact that it may not be my own. I ask her how old she is, thinking she may be too young to have a period. J* and I ask to see her DMV license. She doesn't know hat "DMV" is either. I ask, "You don't have vehicles here?" I look into the street and see nothing, though for a glimpse I see a set of tires rolling, as if attached to an invisible vehicle. She says "No." I look down at a frame on the table and see a red truck driving down a street. "There are cars here, She's lying" I say. She says no, we say yes, no, yes, no. We are in the wrong universe. We run.
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      non-lucid
    2. 29th Shared Dreaming Attempt - Kumara's Dream

      by , 09-10-2011 at 11:35 PM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Kumara's Dream

      Fragment - I was one of and/or observing some people staging scenes in one reality to play out in another reality. They/we were creating fight scenes and brainstorming ideas for illusions that would warrant a fight. (interesting little snapshot of the inner psyche)
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    3. After a heavy night of drinking

      by , 09-10-2011 at 08:36 PM
      I fell asleep drunk and just happened to be drunk in my dream. I'm wondering if that's what usually happens.

      I'm driving drunk and I'm heading towards my buddies brother, Johns place. There is snow everywhere but it's not snowing at the moment. It's night time and the street is completely empty. When I get there I'm walking up the pathway to the door, the lights are off. Before I knock on the door or ring the doorbell I notice a row-boat without any paddles sitting on the edge of a hill.

      I decide to not knock and use the row-boat to go down the hill. So I'm going down this snowy hill in a row-boat and I lose control. It starts to turn towards the neighbors fence and crashes. The crash is really loud and completely destroys the neighbors fence. I stumble out unhurt.

      The lights all down the street start turning on and somebody comes outside of Johns place and yells at me.

      "Hey! What are you doing?"

      They yell and slowly walk towards me. I wave giggling and get in my car. I drive about half a block before I decide to park as close to the curb as I can get because I'm way too drunk to be driving. I stumble out laughing because I didn't get very far, everyone now knows it was me who did that, and the fact that I didn't care and kept running off anyways. I ran into an alleyway and made my way home.

      What is apparently the next day somehow, everyone is pissed off at me giving me dirty looks because they heard what happened. I go back to get my car and see everyone that is apart of an underground poker club I'm associated with having a meeting about what happened. I go up to them and they tell me they don't need this kind of attention brought to the club so I'm kicked out. Everyone is really, really angry with me.

      I wake up.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    4. 29th Shared Dreaming Attempt - Thebeastofold's Dream

      by , 09-10-2011 at 07:57 PM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Thebeastofold's Dream


      Metallica concert in old hospital and bus trip to mexico?


      I was walking around in an old hospital, I was looking for someones room but dont know who..mom or dad maybe....i came around a corner and saw Lars Ulrich (metallica's drummer) walking down a distant hallway, at least he resembled himfrom the distance i was away from him..i went down the hallway he had gone down and came out into a huge foyer type area, and there was the rest of the band..they saw me and started playing, sounded like about 5 or 6 of there songs all atthe same time...each band member was playing a different song..weird..allof a sudden i realized i was going to miss the bus..so i started heading out the front doors infront m of me..the lead singer followed me a bit trying to sing in my ear so i ran through the door and there was an older school bus, bright yellow, sitting there, and my dad was standing by the door of the bus looking at his watch over and over agian, he saw me and really mad and yeled for me to get on the damn bus now!! inside the bus there were 4 or 5 other guys, i dont know who they were, a pomeranian dog(ive nover owned one) and a cat i think is one of my long dead cats..i dunno...never really get a clear look at it..so i got and sit about halfway back behind the driver..i sit there and started remembering things from my high schooland jr high school days...20+ years ago.....allof a sudden i noice we're driving through a desert type place..we come to a small desert town and stop, i look out the wondow and theres a large red building on the left, right next to it is small merchants cart with a banner overhead of it that reads "witch doctors herbs" and tothe right of that is a little outdoor mexican cafe..the little dirty sign infornt of the cafe read something like "tortilla caffeine tacos" or something like that...i notice my dad getting off the bus so i follow him..he walks across a small town square towards a open doorway to the right, i then notice theres a lage brown bear laying on the ground..as soon as dad gets next to the bear he(dad) starts crawling towards the doorway..i run over and notice the beqar is actually alivve..just resting, so i bend over and started peting its head and scratching its ears and i tell dad to be careful! didnt you see the bear! dad goes into the doorway and i look down and theres now 3 bears there, one is white, not a polar bear, but like an albino brown bear...all of a sudden they jump up and start biting each other, not drawing blood or anything, like theyre playing..i back away slowly and turn arund to see dad standing by the bus..he walks around the backside of the bus and someone yells, the damn dog got out! i turn and the dog is now playing with the bears...oh crap! i yell and i run over and grab the little dog and start explaining to the bears why they couldnt play together, or eat the dog etc... i also realize the cat had escaped so i go into the bus, close the door behind me and put the dog down..he instantly vanishes and i then realize the back doorof the bus is opened...i go out a huge double door that was inthe side of the bus that wasnt there a second ago, and there was guy standing there with a big amile on his face he said to me"i'm gonna get 60 pounds of ice!" i say what do you need all that ice for? he points towards the hoodof the bus, i leanout the door and the radiator was underneath the bus with the openeing for the radiator sticking ut the tire well, and there was water boiling and pouring out of the radiator...i woke up....
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    5. Shooting, Running, puppies

      by , 09-10-2011 at 07:53 PM
      My occupation was an assassin I beleive? I desperately wanted to see this guy on the top floor. I drove with my ugly ass mini van into the bottom floor. I had to lie to the 'parking bouncers' and say I'm here for blabla.. I tried to find a parking spot but I saw that there was another entrance, I thought hey I could've gotten in here without paying that one guy and I wanted to see the entrance. I drove through but saw that it ended to an automatic gate. I guess it was the the high rankers way to enter. I turned around and felt like everyone was glaring at me. I parked and realized that my ma was with me too leading the way. I was wondering, how could she have persuaded that guy, escpecially since there were strippers all oveer the place.*
      I remember being in this building, then being shot at. Everything was exploding and I was dodging everything. This dream was probably a continuation from the previous dream. A swat team ran in. Im guessing that they caused this.*
      Possibly we were in a KFC or a Jack in the Box. Everyone was ordering their food and I seemed to wander off. There were these pretty flowers and crystals in the front, but in the back was this mini museum. I realized I was making everyone wait so I returned to the front. The reason we came there was to pick up food but my parents made up their minds. My sister didn't realize this and began to pick up food *and put it on her plate. I told her were leaving, and we ended up throwing it away. I wanted to tell her that she is always fucking wasteful but I didn't. We walked back to the car, and it was really dark. Instead of driving ma needed to get something from the department store across the street. My sis and I walked with her and I saw this Siberian Husky puppy run up. I felt like this has happened before and then I picked her up. I was wondering and asked ma if threre was a Petsmart nearby and I turned my head to see it was next door. I didn't want to leave ma to go return her so I waited and walked into the store. The store was full of puppies and dogs off of their leashes and I guess it was an adoption day. I walked in and placed the Husky down, preventing the other dogs from leaving the sliding doors. The lady in there looked a little older than me, and I chatted with her. I asked her, is it normally like this every night? And she was like yeah. I then told her "it must suck when they're all asleep and you are here at 12. I would be creepy as fuck". She laughed and said yeah, then I asked if there was any cats. But before I completed my sentence I saw this HUGE cat, and big as my dog. He was black with yellow eyes. The girl told me to come over and she picked him up and put him in this open glass case, I guess where he normally sleeps. As he layed down she told me to pet him. He was missing so much hair. I mostly felt skin. I wandered around a bit more. I wanted to calm the place down because it was so loud and dogs were barking. I thought maybe if I sang it would shut them up. I saw my sis in the front sitting and craddling puppies singing an Edith Piaf song in english. I then told her, THIS is how you do it: then I began to sing La Vie En Rose;'quand in me prend dans ses bra..." all in French. When I sang it my voice was wonderful, it just cracked a LOT more often than it normally does, and when I sang it felt like I've been screaming for a while. All of a sudden all the pets disappeared and I wondered where they went. I guess they fell asleep in the back and I peeked in through this white sheet. Suddenly, SOMETHING woke up and breezed out quickly. A big swarm brushed to the front and into these trays. Either the dogs turned into candy, or something is wrong with me. They were all moving around and jumping. I tried to organize them into their designated places but they wouldn't segregate. Then I yelled at the top of my lungs at them. I was pretty loud. Then I looked at them and saw them turning into sugar, and begin to disappear. I took out a tray and showed it to the lady who was walking by and she went woah. She asked how and I told her I yelled at them. I was confused.
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      non-lucid
    6. Singin' and Dancin' 'Til the Kitchen is Gone!

      by , 09-10-2011 at 07:48 PM
      At the beginning of the dream, my parents announced we were going to some event. It was nighttime, and I decided to watch an old movie. Then I realized it was the director's cut, so I stopped watching it. I went to the kitchen when all of a sudden, the event began inside the house. A bunch of people were there. I think there were maybe 300 or so. And the kitchen was gone too. And it was daytime now. And there was singing and dancing.

      During the event, I became enemies (not friends) with a girl. I don't know what happened, but we didn't like each other that much.

      At the end of the dream, the both of us got caught up in some flying machine that looked like it was flown by Orville and Wilbur. Then the plane was up in the air and the girl was thrown into peril. I had to save her. So I was trying my hardest, and then the dream was over.

      No lucid dreams yet. Keep trying. Keep trying.
    7. Dream Rain

      by , 09-10-2011 at 07:19 PM (The Erratic dreams of StaySharp)
      After 8 hours of sleep with barely any dreams I went to sleep while listening to a rain tune with my mp3 player.
      Then I dreamt that I was in my room, it was pretty realistic except for the fact that the curtain was mounted with a pretty strange device, made out of black plastic. It was foldable and seemed to be designed for mobility. There was a slit in the wall above the curtain where lots of rain poured through, into my room. I got up to somehow stop the rain and did something with the curtain device. Then the dream faded already.
    8. 29th shared dreaming attempt- whiterains dream

      by , 09-10-2011 at 06:54 PM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      whiterains dream

      very sketchy memory of a long holiday/festival dream last night due to tiredness. mostly spent pottering about randomly going round a mix of shops, partys and things. some of it resembled my old school which had a little surgery/docs set up in one corner. i pushed a trolley and a nurse told me it had a baby in it so i asked where the best place to leave it was. cant really write much else but the holiday location was really similar to how it often is. especially the shops and town. i remember it ended as i was walking through a farm field anad a lady was talking about the veg and the last thing she said was about the sweetcorn. she said all they needed was a bit of rain and the sweetcorn would live up to its name.

      holiday theme really common now. last last nights one was spent missing group events and wandering around on my own trying to go snorkeling in this river with a girl i liked. almost another goal made. the river is always partly the same but this time was deeper and more tropical with a little waterfall on it and plunge pools. nearly always in a similar location to other places even if the other places change if that makes any sense
    9. 29th Shared Dreaming Attempt - ashraen

      by , 09-10-2011 at 06:37 PM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Dream 1-
      I am in college, although the other students I see are all people I know from high school. I am in a large building with multiple auditorium classes (300+ students). There are lockers lining the hallways, and I am going to class. Part of the hallway leading to the class is very small, so much so that I have to crawl through to the other side. Inside the classroom, a teacher is lecturing, but everyone is milling around and talking. Someone hits me with a paper airplane, but when I turn around to see who it was, the dream fades.

      Dream 2-
      I am late to a gymnasium. When I get there, there is a volleyball game going on. I went to the University of Texas, and I soon realize this is the UT mens volleyball team, except it is made up of football players. They are really good though, and the volleyball match is like a mini-version of the real game. The net is very low to the ground, and the court is small, with only 3 players on each side. Everyone moves in semi-slow motion, including the ball.

      I go into the locker room, and try to find my locker and my bag. There are other people in there, and one tries to steal my bag, but I get it back. I go back outside and notice another locker room where a girl is packing her bag. I look around the corner and see a small cot with blankets on it. Someone had clearly slept there the previous night. I start thinking about how weird this is when I wake up.
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      non-lucid
    10. Lucid Last two nights :D

      by , 09-10-2011 at 05:25 PM (Typho's DJ)
      Deleted

      Updated 03-19-2012 at 04:30 AM by 44350

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    11. Cliff Dream Control Class

      by , 09-10-2011 at 05:20 PM
      Type: Regular dream.
      Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
      Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

      This dream took place outside in the daytime, with a light blue sky, unlike most of my other dreams which were inside. The location was a slightly-rounded, clay-coloured cliff wall that I guessed was about thirty feet wide, and this cliff was attached to another wall, a bit taller and much longer in length, but consisting of the same saturated clay tone. The surface of the rounded cliff reminded me of flaky chalk or thin layers of stone (I could see some of the layers coming off and beginning to separate from the rest of the cliff). The other one looked like ordinary rock with a slightly chalk-like appearance to it. There was a rounded entrance, well carved-out, into the face of this long cliff, for students to come and go. The area was like a classroom, and I was the teacher; my job was to teach dream control to enrolled students.

      I was hanging from the top of the rounded cliff, suspended against the side by a rope. The rope was held by a very heavy rock at the top of the cliff, and it was was made of that pale yellow straw-like material, and was probably no thicker than an index finger. I wasn't worried about it snapping, though, because my feet had found purchase on a piece of rock that stuck out a few inches from the rest of the cliff. It took some of my weight off the rope. Although I couldn't see them from my viewpoint, I knew my students were on top of this cliff, listening to what I was saying.

      "The first thing about dream control," I said, "is that you have to be 100% certain. If you aren't, the dream won't act in your favour."

      I then started pulling away at the shedding pieces of rock that the cliff was shedding, breaking them away and letting them fall to the ground below me. I noticed the textures and how much the cliff really looked like hardened chalk; it even had a slight amount of dust over it. I casually looked down briefly during this, however, and the pieces of cliff I'd taken off were nowhere in sight. After all, the cliff was so high up that it simply descended into white, blue-tinged clouds not twenty feet below where I was suspended. I was in absolutely no fear of falling or heights, though.

      After a few moments of pulling a few layers of cliff off, from the outside of my peripheral vision I grabbed a stack of fifteen or so papers. I'm honestly not sure where these papers were from, because before when I was scanning the cliff, I didn't see any papers. Regardless, I looked briefly at them and saw that each one was white printer paper with neat, professional typing on it. In the upper-left region of each paper was a line and a messy scrawl of either a date or a mark (I can't remember which) in thicker-than-normal red pen, almost like marker. It didn't show through the other side of the paper though. I looked up to the top of the cliff, still unable to see my students, and held it up so they could take the papers from me.

      I sat there for maybe a minute before starting to panic slightly. Had they left me here?

      Then I saw a hand reach over and miss the papers, pull back, then get ahold of them. I let go and the student took them. I then looked to the right of where I was, at the longer cliff wall consisting of a more rock-like appearance, and pushed off the cliff I was on, floating over to the flat surface sticking out of the wall (where I could stand). I landed a few feet to the left of the rounded entranceway, and saw students who I could not identify starting to walk out. I was leaving, probably because I wasn't the teacher for this class. However, as I walked towards the exit and ended up in front of it, I saw one student coming out whom I recognized; she was from grade 11 at my school.

      For some reason, I believed that she was leaving this class, even though she was entering the area and not leaving it. I said, "wait," and turned around to look out into the sky. In front of me was a new piece of rock; it was super flat on top but again in the same clay tone as the other cliffs! On the edge of it was a sheet of paper; it belonged to that girl. I must have dropped it.

      The distance between the entrance and the piece of floating rock wasn't more than a foot, so I simply walked onto the rock, and walked back. It didn't sink down when I stepped on it. I handed the paper to the girl and she continued walking over to the rounded cliff, but I didn't look back.

      Updated 05-15-2023 at 11:01 PM by 28408

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      non-lucid
    12. Cops, New York, and Bar

      by , 09-10-2011 at 04:26 PM (The Universe of Infinite Possibilities.)
      Non-Lucid
      Lucid

      My first dream was my family and I renting a cabin somewhere in the southwest. We got into the house and relaxed the whole day until we went to sleep. There was a door connecting between the neighbors and our bedroom. So while I was outside chilling with my friends at the pool, my brothers went upstairs to go to sleep because my dad forced them too. I was then left with one of my friends and some other little kids. Then the neighbors came over and started undressing these little kids like pedophilia. I started running to my brothers room and the pedophile was there. I started kicking his ass and he ran out of the room. The next day when we woke up, the pedophile was still there and me, my dad, and my brothers were outside and my dad was doing a barbecue when all of a sudden I saw the pedophile's grab guns and start shooting our house so that they can penetrate it and kill us. My dad later grabbed the phone and called 911. The dream ended with me and my brother in the pedophiles room making sure they lay in bed not doing anything related to crime. I was sitting outside the window looking out when the police will be there.

      New York Terror Attacks. This was one of the worst dreams I have ever had. Since I was a little kid up to 10 years old, I lived in New York, and as you know on September 11th, 2001 there was a terror attack on New York City. I dreamed about another one occurring. The dream started with me on the Brooklyn Bridge with my family and then a airplane started flying right at the bridge. I was scared for my life and thought it was the end of me. But suddenly, the plane turned around and started flying other way. The police officers forced us to get off the bridge. So we started running and go to some building in front of gardens with a clear view of the bridge. The New York officials decided to take precautions and folded up the bridge and dunked the bridge in the water. We were sitting in the apartment and watching tv and suddenly we saw a building collapse because of a suicide bomber. While everyone was watching TV, I saw it across the street from me and started crying. We then watched the bridge and it ended up not being touched. However the statue of liberty was hit and collapsed to the ocean floor. I also remember being in a subway and the police forced us out.

      My final dream included me and Cameron Diaz in a nightclub and she made me drink beer and get drunk. I told her that I had hockey that day but she still made me. We later went to the nightclub and it was some sort of stage with a bunch of old people sitting in it.
      Categories
      nightmare , memorable , non-lucid
    13. My life (In epic story mode)

      by , 09-10-2011 at 04:07 PM (Jacob's Twisted Dreams)
      It starts out when I'm in my school and I see my cousin and some old bully. I talk to the bully and tell him that I am going to travel somewhere and have an awesome adventure without him. My school is always crowded and loud (3,600 students with 2000 coming from 8th grade next year). For some reason they were all whispering and standing still. My cousin and I were walking normal and talking about getting revenge on the bully. I said, "I know you think that I can not do anything, but I am going to kick his ass and have an adventure!" (something along those lines I can't remember EXACT quotes). Then I go to the library where he is. WAIT! The bully is behind TWO layers of steel and dangerous obstacles. I had a huge fight with all the bullies in the school to get to Derrek. I grab him by the neck, there is a projector running showing a science show (i watched it the day before) and it was showing earth from low orbit. I rammed Derrek into the projection and he fell through the ceiling of the school's library from low-earth orbit. :shadewink:. I took a paper from Derek and it was a secret treasure map to Arkansas. I went to Arkansas and it was a jungle, then I ran through the jungle and found scientists who lead me to Walmart HQ. Then I go to Texas.

      I'm at my grandpa's house in the past (at Texas) and I see the old gamecube-game room. Me and my cousins have fun playing it (dreamed a memory of the past, it wasn't in the present), then I walked out of the room and outside to the side of the house. I see my dad, two uncles and me standing there. I tell them because of some family thing that happened I hate them because they hate my mom. I run fast and fly far to the East of the land of Arkansas.

      Now I'm in some jungle again, this time on a bus with my brothers and my disabled cousin and her mom. We all drive super fast and go to Egypt where we see the river turned to blood. We swim in it, then sink the bus. We swim into the sunken bus and drive off to Florida. (I've been to Florida and rode a bus but I didn't go to Egypt on it). At Florida we are going to fly back to home. Then me and my mom walk to a tree house we are looking for an airport and we have to get tickets from the tree house. She walks into it, the doors lock and I hear her neck snapped from the outside. She is thrown off the house onto the ground and she was TURNED INTO A FISH. She looks at me with her gills and says, "Kill the bastards", to which I reply, "Tell God he is an awesome Dude when you see him" and she died. Then I woke up.

      It comes from me moving away from my dad and to arkansas. After that, going to Texas wasn't the same as it was when I was younger. Arkansas was like a jungle because it was so rural compared to Texas to me. Then I saw that it had urban areas after I made it out of the trees and hills and farm land. Then the bully, well I never shoved him from low earth orbit. Mom mom never died as a fish.
    14. 08/26/2011 - "Battle at Death Bus"

      by , 09-10-2011 at 03:52 PM (Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles)
      08/26/2011
      "Battle at Death Bus"

      I was on a bus - like an old school bus - but I'm not sure where we were headed. It was night out, and we were driving down some lonely, back road with nothing but trees around us. After some time, the bus had broken down, and we were now stranded in the middle of nowhere. A group of people on this bus, rather randomly, turned out to be self-proclaimed 'paranormal investigators, and after we had been sitting on the bus for some time, they told us that they were beginning to get 'readings' of paranormal activity, surrounding the bus. Most of us were skeptical of their work, but we allowed them to go about their investigation of our surroundings.

      I, and a few of the other passengers, had followed two of the investigators outside. Looking over one of their shoulders, I could see into the screen of one of his gadgets as he scanned the darkened woods around us. The screen showed small blips of small figures scurrying through the brush. At first, I thought it was just infrared images of the local wildlife, but the P.I. said that they were actually the images of the ghosts of dead animals, and that this area was - for some reason - a hot spot for them. I wasn't really prepared to believe him, until I tracked some of the images right up to the roadside and - when looking off-screen - saw that there were no animals visible to my naked eye. That's when I started to get a little nervous. Soon, we were back in the bus. We'd come to find out that these invisible creatures were not confined to the outside, and were finding their way onto the bus with us. I was still sneaking a peek at the monitor, and could see the white silhouettes on the screen; little animals that might have been rats, moving around about our feet and over the backs of our seats. I was still a bit skeptical about the whole thing, though, and wondered if the readings were being falsified. Apparently, that wasn't the case...

      The people on the bus suddenly began to get restless. There was some kind of commotion going on, but I couldn't see anything as being the cause of it. First, it seemed like some force was simply pushing people about, as if they were being shouldered out of the way as they stood milling about. Quickly, though, things turned much more violent. Unrest turned to terrified screams. I could see blood spraying about the aisle, and people began trying to hurry off of the bus. There was something definitely wrong, but I could see no threat whatsoever. Another one of the P.I.'s had a different kind of gadget, one which showed everything through a lens that looked just like a regular pane of glass. However, it was also able to detect these ghostly entities,and actually show them, as they would look to the naked eye, if we could see them without equipment. I caught a flash of a translucent figure. The tattered image of an apparition appeared through the glass. This thing was going absolutely nuts at the front of the bus, and ripping and slashing at all of the horrified passengers. Everyone was panicked, and we all streamed off the bus as quickly as possible. (The tech reminded me of the glasses in the movie 13 Ghosts.)

      Over the next few moments, even more of these vengeful spirits began to 'show up,' and join in on the attack. That's when all Hell really broke loose. These invisible forces began swarming us around the bus. People were getting maimed, by seemingly nothing at all, and it was absolute chaos. Many of us were trying to scramble to get our hands on whatever technology we could, so that we could at least see these things. Before too long, though, this turned out to prove unnecessary.

      We'd come to realize that these ghostly entities were actually becoming stronger, with each passing minute of their attack. The stronger they got, the more tangible they became, onto our plane. Soon, we were actually able to see them, without the equipment. They went from completely invisible, to translucent apparitions of zombie-like men and women, and after even more time, became about as solid as all of the rest of us. The major downside to this was that their strength continued to increase as well. Whereas they were once only able to scratch and claw at us, they were now dismembering people with their bare hands. The stronger these things got, the more they would start to mutate, physically, until we could hardly even recognize them as former humans. They were becoming ugly(er) monstrosities.

      This was an all out war, and it waged on into the morning. The scenery had seemed to change, now that it was daytime, and it actually looked like the bus was parked in the dead center of an arena or stadium. Somehow, we had gotten hold of fire axes - as if they were placed on the bus for safety - and were using them to fight back as best we could. We were able to take some of these ghouls down, once they became tangible enough for us to actually hurt them. After hacking away at most of them, there were only about 3 of them left, in total. By this time, the action had just gotten completely insane. It was almost like a live action anime. The last remaining ghouls were now extremely fast an agile, due to their continuing 'evolution', and we survivors were now practically fighting like ninjas as well. Eventually, we wore the opposition down to one final ghoul. It had mutated so many times that it was stronger than all the others had been. Part of the battle, here, had switched to 3rd person perspective, and it almost seemed like I was playing a game, where I could move the camera around to where I wanted. There were a lot of slow-motion attacks and dodges, while I positioned the camera about the action. Things had a very Zack Snyder-ish feel. At one point, I was on the roof of the bus and had done a back-flip off of it, while moving the 'camera' around the slow-mo acrobatics.

      This thing just kept evolving, though, the more I thought I 'killed' it. In the end, it was beginning to turn into some weird, fleshy being with an emerging head made of metal and glass. The top half was actually starting to kind of look like Canti, from FLCL. I'd still had my regular fire axe, but this thing had a huge battle axe that looked like it was made of gold. He used it as a throwing axe, and when it flew through the air it had this distinct, almost mechanical whistling sound to it. I vaguely remember it coming back to him whenever he threw it (I had watched Thor again, last night), but I'm not entire sure about that.

      I don't remember the outcome of the fight, though.

      Updated 09-10-2011 at 08:02 PM by 2450

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      non-lucid , memorable
    15. Backtracking

      by , 09-10-2011 at 03:42 PM
      I figure I might as well put all my old dreams I posted on this website into my new dream journal, but I'm too lazy to do that one by one. So for all you die-hard fans (haha, what die-hard fans? ), here is the link to my old thread, started on March 4, 2010:

      http://www.dreamviews.com/f107/just-...amviews-93085/

      (btw, I wrote these almost two years ago, so I apologize if I sound like a mega-douche)...