non-lucid

This is the first time that I’ve written down keywords for dreams as I remembered them in the morning. These are all dreams that I had between snooze hits on my alarm clock. I've been wanting to do that since I started this journal but I either kept forgetting or I didn't have time. It has significantly helped the recall of my early morning parade of dreams, but I can’t remember any of the night-time dreams. Anyway, that’s a start! Just for kicks, here is what my sheet of paper says:
work, posters, shredded Chemistry
boy in linen closet
5 cats
14 shots
my stool
pilgrim hockey
“colorado”

In which I destroy work property, quit my job and almost watch Star Wars…

I’m at work and I have a bunch of butcher paper on which is written everything I need to learn to pass my Chemistry exam. I’m in a work room by myself but the fourth wall is a window through which I can see people walking up and down a hall. My husband is in the next room, also working.

I pull out a razor blade and start slashing the butcher paper into shapes. I’m going to make a jig-saw puzzle out of all the Chemistry notes. I decide that putting this puzzle back together will be the best way for me to study. As I’m slashing it up, my supervisor comes to the door. I step outside in the hall to talk to her. She asks me how much longer I’ll be using the butcher paper posters because she needs them for a meeting. I realize that I was not supposed to destroy them, so I make an excuse to use them for a little longer and keep her out of the room.

After she leaves, I return to the room and stack the pieces up so that people walking around in the hall don’t see that I’ve destroyed the posters. I then go to the room nextdoor where my husband is working to ask him what he thinks I should do. He is in the middle of a presentation and I don’t want to disturb him, so I go back to my own work room.

I realize that it is hopeless. There is no way that I can put the posters back together and I will probably lose my job. I decide to leave the workplace forever before I’m identified. I step out into the hall and hear the theme song for Star Wars. I stop and listen for a minute and realize that it is the first one, Episode 4, and that it is being played in a theater. I walk around in the halls until I find a theater and I look through the window in the door to see Darth Vader and the storm troopers boarding the rebel ship, looking for Leah. I’ve never seen Star Wars in the theater before. I go in to watch, but then I see my supervisor in the audience so I decide to leave.

In which I find a boy in my linen closet…

I’m in my childhood home, walking down the main hall which has bedrooms on the right and left and ends at a linen closet. I open the door to the linen closet and tangled up among the tall pile of folded and stacked blankets is a young boy, maybe six or seven years old. He favors my brother with pale skin and blonde hair, but I know he is a different boy. His head is resting on the top blanket while his arms and legs are folded between the blankets below. He is sleeping peacefully.

I glance away, and when I look back, the boy is deformed. His limbs and neck are twisted around the blankets because he has muscular dystrophy and can’t straighten himself out. I realize with some horror that he has been stuffed in the closet to hide him. I reach in to help him out and touch his arm: he is dead. I panic. There is a dead body in my linen closet and I start to worry that the police will blame me for murdering someone. Then in a flash, I fear that I’ve put the boy’s body there. He resembles my brother so much that I start to worry that it is my brother. I force myself to look at his face carefully, and he opens his eyes and grimaces.

In which I have five cats that are mostly reincarnations of cats I‘ve had in the past…

My husband and I are in our bedroom unpacking our suitcase and five cats jump out. Three are large, fluffy adult cats and two are small adolescents, not quite kittens but not adults either. Our dog immediately tries to chase one of the cats, but we tell her no and make her sit on her bed. Then we explain to her that the cats are “puppies” and that she has to be friends with them. She decides to sit in her bed and observe for a while before trying to play with them.

Two of the cats look just like pets from my childhood. One looked like my childhood cat, Dusty, a large Siamese who my parents already had when I was born and who died the year I started high school. I was very close to this cat. The other cat looked like Doofus who was my grandmother’s old blind grey cat. The two similar cats who popped out of my husband’s suitcase were newer versions of the older cats. I explained to my husband that when I was a baby, I had a stuffed Snoopy doll that I loved very much and carried with me everywhere. I couldn’t say “Snoopy” so I called it “Poopy”. By the time I was three years old, it was torn and dirty. My parents bought me a new stuffed Snoopy doll to replace it but I loved the old one so much I wouldn’t let it go. Instead, I started carrying around both the old and the new dolls and loved them both. One was called Poopy and the other was Snoopy. These cats were just like those dolls. They were not Dusty and Doofus but were newer versions of them. Their names are Gusty and Goofus. When I petted Gusty, she curled up in my lap, dignified, and wanted to be petted over the top of the head and under the neck just like Dusty. Goofus wanted to explore the room by herself and be left alone.

The third adult cat was a really fluffy fat long-haired cat that looked like a Persian. He was a lover, and I told my husband that he had the same personality as McKenzie, the cat I got in high school and had through college when I met my husband. The new cat looked nothing like McKenzie except that he was just as fat, but he acted just like him. He playfully batted at our hands and rubbed his body against our legs and arms. I named him Lover Boy.

The two younger cats confused me. They ran around together as a pair playing and bouncing off one another and were not very interested in us. I told my husband that one of them must be a reincarnation of KittyCat who was McKenzie’s companion and lived until very old age. But neither of the kittens looked or acted like KittyCat. And I had no idea who the second young cat was. We wondered at this for a while and then decided to name them Kip and Kiddo.

I played with the cats for a while and woke up.

In which I still have five cats and a crazy lady tries to give me 13 injections…

Even though I woke up for a while, I fell right back into the cat dream.

The five cats now had a really bad case of fleas that was affecting our dog too. We figured it was because they’d been in the suitcase for a while and hadn’t had any flea treatment. But we didn’t want to double dose them with Frontline if they’d already had flea treatment as too much Ivermectin can cause problems in some animals. We called a veterinary nurse practitioner who makes house calls.

A fat brown haired woman in a purple sweater arrives at our house. She smells of dogs and cigarettes. She looks at the cats and says she will have to take them in for testing. We help her round them up with a butterfly net. Only Goofus seems distressed. I’m worried about the cats while they are away and make the woman promise that she will not give them any treatment until she consults me first.

She comes back the next day with two large duffle bags. She unzips the first bag, and dozens of cats jump out. There are cats of all shapes, sizes and colors running around the house. I tell the lady that we’ve become cat women. I’m happy to have all the cats running around, but the lady speaks to me accusingly. She says that these are all the kittens of my five cats. She said that I’ve been an irresponsible owner and didn’t neuter and spay them. I argue with her because this is untrue. Gusty, Goofus and Lover Boy have all been neutered and spayed, and Kip and Kiddo are too young to have babies. The veterinary nurse practitioner admits that I’m correct and explains that she had me confused with someone else. We then run around looking for my five cats to separate from the others which she will have to take back to someone else’s house. Lover Boy is easy to find because he comes when I call him. Goofus is anti-social but wise. She has already figured out what is going on and she is waiting by the bedroom door. We put them both in the bedroom and herd the other cats into the living room. Gusty then rubs herself on my legs. I tell her that she can stay out in the living room but that she has to stay close to me so that she doesn’t get lost in the crowd of cats. The fat lady and I are left searching for Kip and Kiddo. They are lost in the mass of cats. She pulls out her butterfly net again and starts gathering up cats, inspecting each scoop for Kip and Kiddo, and then dropping the other cats into her bag. Finally, we find my two adolescent cats and put them in the bedroom with Lover Boy and Goofus.

The fat veterinary nurse and I sit down at my kitchen table. My dog Lucy sits under the table at my feet and Gusty sits on the table near my hand. The lady opens her second bag and pulls out a bunch of syringes. She drops one on the floor and my dog picks it up with her mouth. I take it from her and notice that it is a giant needle - the sort that doctors use for spinal taps. I hand it to her and notice how chaotic and unhygienic her practice is.

The lady explains that fleas are a super organism like ants or bees. The live in colonies and share a large consciousness. She says that the fleas that have inhabited the cats are the same as the ones who live in the carpet and on my dog and even on my own skin. She says that we can kill any of them and this will eventually kill them all because they all must stay alive for the super organism to function. The tests she ran on my five cats reveal that they’ve already had a recent dose of Ivermectin so she doesn’t want to give it to them again. Instead, she wants to inject me and my dog with some flea treatments, and it will eventually spread to the cats.

First I protest because I’ve never seen flea medication given as an injection. Usually it is topical or in a pill form. She says that we have a serious infestation and this would not be enough. Next I argue that I’m not sure if it is safe for people. She makes me feel guilty for putting something on an animal that I’m not willing to put on myself. I agree to take a shot.

I look at the syringes strewn out across the table and ask her which one she is going to use. I’m really worried about that giant spinal tap syringe. She explains that she is going to use all of them. I count them and see that there are 14. I tell her that this doesn’t make any sense and that I must be dreaming. She argues that I can’t be dreaming because in a dream, I don’t know how to count. I accept that this is true and then get really worried about what to do. She says she is going to put seven shots in one arm and six in the other. I tell her that this is only 13 and she says that the 14th, the spinal tap syringe, will go to my dog.

I’m about to submit, to accept that this woman is a professional and that I should trust her when I remember that I do have free will and that I don’t need to be bullied. I tell her that I’m uncomfortable with her explanations and that I can’t trust her with something so potentially dangerous as injecting substances into my body and my dog’s body. She tries to make me feel guilty and says I just won’t do it because I’m afraid of all the shots. I admit that I am afraid of the shots too, but that I’m more afraid of getting a staph infection or brain damage. I tell her to leave and help her gather up her syringes. She doesn’t even remove the needles from them and she pokes herself once.

In which I rediscover a childhood possession and wake up crying…

I wake up (in my dream) thinking about the little stool that my great grandmother made me when I was a little girl. It was a multi-colored embroidered round seat standing about a foot and a half off the ground on four little wooden legs. She gave it to me when I was only six or seven years old, and by the time I was in high school it was so wobbly that I couldn’t use it to sit or stand on anymore but kept as a sentimental item. I know that I held on to it through college, but I’m not sure what happened to it after that. I lay in bed thinking about it for a long time and then remembered that I planted it in my garden. I realized suddenly that this was foolish since it the exposure to the elements would destroy it, so I ran outside in my robe and started searching my garden for it.

My garden was a multi-layered biosphere. Up above my head was a tree canopy with tall flowers sticking out. At eye level were the tops of rose bushes and tropical plants. Below this were shrubs, holly and nandina. Ground level was ivy and daffodils. Frogs jumped about the garden and I followed them because my great-grandmother loved frogs and I knew they would lead me to her stool.

I found the stool beneath an umbrella of iron plant leaves. I’d planted the wooden legs in the ground and had to dig it up. I carried it inside and got back in bed with it. My husband and I examined it from our bed.

The embroidery on the top had faded completely and the cloth had a small tear from which some of the stool top’s stuffing was visible. I touched this stuffing and was surprised how soft the material was. My husband stuck his hand inside it too, and it expanded. Beneath the embroidered surface cloth were dozens of pieces of fabric including fine silk saris and down quilts. We pulled the fabric out until we were buried in our bed under a mountain of colorful cloth.

My stool appeared to be destroyed. I picked it up by the four legs and set it on the ground, now deflated and without a stool surface. But then I saw that the bottom of the stool was hardwood and that it contained a leaf inside like a dining room table that can be expanded. I pulled it open and my stool became a beautiful hardwood table, about four feet by two feet. Folded down over the table was a delicate metal music stand made of a fine pattern of intertwined roses. I flipped it up and sat in front of it, smiling.

“Look,” I told my husband, “now I can sit on the floor and play my guitar in front of this!”

In which the houses on our street turn into pilgrims and play hockey…

I step outside on my front porch. I look at the houses across the street. They all turn into giant cartoon pilgrims. They have top hats, beards, buckle toe shoes and farmers clothes. They are a long row of identical pilgrims. All at once, they pull out hockey sticks and start playing street hockey.

In which my safety word is “Colorado”…

I was engaged in a relatively tame sex game with two men I didn’t know very well. I don’t think the details are appropriate to explain here! But what I thought was really interesting is that I told the guys that my safety word (which is the word you say to end the sex game) was “Colorado”. Once I woke up, I realized that this is also my name here on this website so I must’ve been thinking about dreaming at some level. I don’t live in Colorado or anything like that so I don’t think it could mean anything else.

Após algum evento no colégio, ocorreu uma gincana. Eu lembro que no meu grupo estavam eu, Fernando (meu irmão), Carol Delfino e Chayene. Pegamos um Jeep que estava estacionado na frente do colégio e começamos as atividades. Primeiro, deixamos Chayene em Florianópolis, enquanto terminaríamos as outras atividades. Fernando estava dirigindo o Jeep, enquanto eu e Carol estávamos sentados no fundo.
Lembro que parte da gincana consistia em beber de algum líquido e levar o copo como prova. Descemos uma colina com o Jeep (onde eu falei "Isso ta com cara de pegadinha, viu" [o momento mais próximo de ter ficado lúcido]), e paramos na frente de um restaurante, onde Chayene estava nos esperando. Fomos lá dentro pedir os copos, e, na volta, encontrei um grupo formado por Lucas Amaro e Juliano (irmão de um amigo meu). Vi que eles estavam tão adiantados quanto a gente, e tentei correr para passar deles, mas minhas pernas não aguentavam (provavelmente por ser um sonho).
Nisso, já estávamos no pátio do colégio, e, na primeira brecha desse grupo, tentei correr para passar deles. Mas em pouco tempo eles me alcançaram, e lembro que Lucas disse, em um tom sarcástico "E aííí, Leonardo!".

Não lembro exatamente por que, mas eu estava na sala de aula e fui bater uma foto do Lucas Leopoldo e de sua namorada. Quando fui tirar a foto, várias pessoas ficaram atrás deles e fizeram um coração enorme. Achei a ideia interessante. Em um outro momento, vi que haviam uma vaca, uma cabra, um gato, uma galinha e um ovo na sala (não me perguntem). Decidi bater uma foto disso. Os animais montaram uma pirâmide, sendo que o ovo e a galinha ficaram em cima do gato, que estava em cima da cabra que estava em cima da vaca (?).
Acidentalmente, a cabra comeu o ovo da galinha, estragando a foto. Fiquei nervoso e dei um empurrão nela. A cabra ficou nervosa e veio tentar me atacar. Consegui evitá-la com os pés rapidamente.
Bateu o sino para o recreio, então desci e fui para o pátio da rampa (que possuia uma rampa do lado oposto da que já existe).
Gustavo e Gabriel estavam brincando de jogar uma shuriken de papel um para o outro. Resolvi me juntar a eles. Várias vezes a shuriken caiu em baixo da rampa que não existe. Então, chegou o Arnaldo com uma bola de vôlei, então desistimos da shuriken. Em um momento, eu e Arnaldo nos desentendemos, mas acabou tudo bem. Em outro momento, eu recebi a bola e dei um chute de trivela, que fez a bola bater em uma máquina de refrigerante, em um freezer e entrar na cantina. Eu rapidamente me virei para a mesa onde meus amigos estavam sentados (na tentativa de disfarçar), enquanto Arnaldo entrou na cantina para pegar a bola.

Good morning, everybody. I remember four dreams from last night.

Dream #1

I was in a big airplane, either in the cockpit or near it while its door was open. In the plane were just me, the pilot, and one of my male friends. The sky outside was grey and wet.

We were taxiing down a runway. We picked up speed, as if we were going to take off. But we weren't getting up enough speed, in my opinion.

I could see from outside and just above the plane. The runway we were on looked way too short for our plane to get up enough speed to take off.

We taxied around the runway roads, clockwise, trying to loop back around and hit the long runway again with a little bit of momentum so we could build up enough speed to take off.

But somehow we ended up (as if we had been travelling counterclockwise) driving the plane outside of the airstrip and onto a strip of road before a large, Victorian-style house. The house was adjacent with the chain-link fence bordering the airport.

A military man in camouflage stood beside the airplane, talking with the pilot, as if he were just standing beside the window of some bus, not a huge airplane. The military man was older, white, tanned, with shortish, square-cut, white hair.

The military man said that the town in which this airport was located was being evacuated soon, anyway. Once it was evacuated, nobody would mind us using the public streets as a runway. That way we could easily get up enough speed to take off.

The military man said, "Heck, maybe even some of the people we evacuate out of the town would like to fly some planes with you!"

Somebody, maybe I, suggested that we get "some of those little planes" (in my mind's eye I saw cone-shaped planes maybe 3-4 meters long, painted white with red triangles pointing away from the nose). The "little planes" could easily get up enough speed to take off from a small runway like this.

We drove the plane away. The military man said he'd order some of "those little planes." He may even have started talking with a younger military man about the order.

It was now night. I stood before the Victorian house, in some little niche set between the wall and the staircase up to the front door. In the niche was an old-style, wooden podium. The podium may have held a big book.

I was probably here to talk to the military man regarding the little planes. I wasn't trying to speed up the order. I was actually trying to figure out what the planes were, to see if they were the right things to use. But I figured my being here to ask about the planes would make me look impatient, and that I'd get on the military's bad side because of it, if I didn't do things the right way.

Somebody came out to talk to me. He was a younger soldier, in formal dress, even a hat (which kind of looked like a Nazi hat). He explained a few things to me about the higher-ups' names. I tried to keep it all in mind.

The man saluted me. I was so surprised that I saluted back, with tears in my eyes (for some reason). Somehow I could see the man reflected in my tears, as if the tears were the surface of sunglasses.

I was alone again. I turned to the book in a frenzy. I had just forgotten everything the man had told me. The high-up military man's name was Wellinghoff. Or was it Norris? I couldn't remember. And I couldn't remember the correct titles of all the higher-ups, either.

Dream #2

I was in a bookstore or library. It had an old feel to it. It was all made of wood. It was open, with a ground level and probably a balcony level running along the walls. The ceilings were very high. The center of the store was mostly small, wide tables with books displayed on the. The walls were lined with shelves.

I saw, from high up, a couple of my female friends. One of them was aw woman I haven't seen since college. I decided to go say hi to them.

To get to them I began climbing down a wooden pole about 20cm in diameter. I was climbing down the pole head first for a way. Then I did some weird kind of fllip move so that I was climbing down feet first.

I ended near some small, tight, spiral staircase, for which this long pole may have served as a support column. The pole seemed to end a couple meters above the ground. I had to jump the rest of the way down. The two women were right nearby.

I slowly, flexibly reached away from the pole. I relaxedly leapt away from the pole, almost as if I were floating away from it. I landed very softly on my feet.

Thinking that the women would think I was showing off with all I had just done (I wasn't exactly sure myself how I had done it), I started talking naturally to act like nothing had happened.

I began fumbling through a couple of books and even something that looked like a mix between a woman's wallet with a tiny mirror on the front. The wallet may have been a dark blue suede, and it may have had some black and white photo of a famous actress or famous work of art on it.

Dream #3

I was in a department store. The store looked kind of cheap and run-down. I was now at the counter, getting my stuff rung up. The person ringing me up was a woman, but I don't know if she was older or younger.

Something went wrong, and the woman needed to wait before she charged me. I decided to walk around the store some more.

Off to the left of the cash register and a little ways away was a rack of really cheap-looking lingerie. For some reason, I decided to look through it. I took a few items off the rack, as if I were either going to buy them or try them on.

At some point, I came to the conclusion that I was in a Victoria's Secret.

I looked down into a plastic tub (?) which had a few stray pairs of panties inside. I figured that if I was buying or trying on the lingerie, I'd also need to try on some panties. So I tried to pick some out.

I remember one pair of panties that was like a thong, pale yellow, with a cottony back and a sheer, net-like front with flower designs on it. Another pair was like briefs. The material was blue like denim. But it had a weird, scaly look and feel.

Just to my left was a window wall. Just beyond the wall was another rack of lingerie. A big, tall, black man in a black t-shirt and sunglasses was fingering through the lingerie. I could see that he was also looking for articles of lingerie to try on.

Dream #4

I was in "my shower," which was a shower-only stall. It was set into the end of the narrow bathroom.

Either my shower curtain had broken or I had decided I'd needed to adjust it somehow. I took the curtain off the rod. Then I tried to put it back on.

I suddenly realized that by taking the curtain off the hook I'd screwed everything up. The curtain was actually just a gigantic plastic bag, like an enormous version of a grocery bag. The bag had been folded around the rod and against the wall (even into holes in the wall?) in so many weird ways that I likely couldn't replicate it.

I figured I'd do my best and try to re-do things. I was up on the wall, looking down on the shower curtain. I don't know how I was up there -- possibly by holding myself in place by doing the splits and holding each foot against the wall? I began working on the gigantic plastic bag.

Cant remember much detail about last nights dreams(maybe thats a good thing), they were very fragmented and vague.

In a desert landscape, there's a house and I am having sex with this women... eventually it ended and I leave feeling unsatisfied.

...This time I am sitting with my nephew he is actually about 16 but in the dream he is just a child, he asks if I want to play a game. I said sure so he hands me an identical toy gun to his. “Let see who can spin this the longest” pointing to the cylinder of the gun. Strange it was almost as if he didn't know it was a gun he had in his hand. Anyway I play with him a bit and I notice that the guns are actually pellet guns. So I explain this my nephew whom seemed amazed. I then have a look at his gun and see that the spring mechanism isn't working. I then try to fix it...

... weird dream about these four dancers dressed all in black and one is a little chubby fat kid but boy could he spin on his head.

...at an awards ceremony and there are 3 rock musicians dressed in drag accepting an award. I get the impression that they are not gay, it seems its just an act to make them stand out. The one musician who accept the award says, “ Thank You, now I can finally get changed into something normal”

Alright... here's the deal. I was going to bed just now and noticed I wrote something in my DJ in the middle of last night that I don't remember writing... I don't remember anything from this entry, I don't remember waking up and writing in my DJ and this entry in my notebook is full of spelling errors and I obviously wrote that in the dark because it's all messed up. Here it goes...

• My brother needed to measure my bedroom while I was trying
• He said he needed to talk to me about something important
• He went too see our upstairs neighbors to tell them to put their music down
• I went to the corner store with my ex in the middle of the night (I still see her often and we actually do that sometimes)

Now even if I don' remember a thing, I double checked everything and yes, I did dream it all.

There were a few people in a duty room talking about girls that liked punk music. I showed them my songs online then stopped and pulled out my acoustic guitar. It was baby blue. When i picked it up out of the guitar case it was like a big pillow and the neck bent and it was fluffy. When i sat down to start playing it it looked like a guitar again. I needed a tuner so i asked my friend to grab it, and he said here lemme just do it. He played a cool melody and was like yep it's in tune. So i moved the capo to where i needed it and started trying to play. I couldnt get my fingers on the write notes and started just winging chords that sounded okay. I got nervous and told them i was just warming up. I then realized that the neck of the guitar was HUGE and i couldnt get my fingers to the strings. So i grabbed another guitar (one that i actually have) and started to play. Then i woke up.

Met a girl from an online site, with her friend and my best friend. We all stayed at a Hotel. The Hotel had a roller coaster track down a mountain. We left to the roller coaster from the pool, i had a hard time getting out of an elevator on the way. The train lost brakes and we ran a service vehicle off of the tracks, I injured my arm. Dylan and Phil were there. And there were 2 girls shopping.

This is the 3rd dream in a month I was riding a BMX bike! There was a beginning and end to this dream that I only vaguely recall. I had this dream last night:

I was hanging out in my neighborhood and when a white car started to follow me. I remember I rode away on my bike causally at first but he kept coming. So I peddled hard, cut through the park and double backed uphill to my house without getting winded. I completely lost the person who was following me and I clearly remember crossing the street most likely to bump into him while doubling back to my house. He was not there either.

I never got tired and I easily had my bike up to 25mph+ When I reached my block, there was a lot of activity and cars parked on the street. Lots of neighbors were in front of their houses.

In May and July 2010 I spent many nights trying to induce dreams about my house and city, and didn't have one that I recalled. Now I am having regular dreams about my city, and strangely, my old bike! I was fortunate enough to have my own car at age 16, the incorporation of my bike to escape from "threats" is an old dream theme.

In the past I have noticed that dream seeding takes weeks of build up, then often, those planted themes become regular. This happened with the High School dream theme.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

These are dreams I had during the night between Saturday and Sunday. 28th is the date I wrote it all down. Awesome dreams! Nightmares perhaps? Still long, vivid and filled with emotions.

Schizofrenic Depression
I'm with a female psychiatrist. Apparently I am very sick in the head. I am handed two big white pills, and is told to swallow them. It takes a couple of tries before I get them down with some water. "You have a depression" she tells me. This depressions causes brain damage, and makes you kind of schizofrenic. A thousand thoughts and theories spin around in my head right away (much like while I'm awake).

"So that's why I can't seem to stop thinking? I got a sickness..." I tell myself. I completely trust the psychiatrist and several pieces fall in place. We're sitting at a table with a few guys from work. I can't stop thinking. "How can I be so sure that any thought I have, is the real me? And not the disease talking. Who am I?" I ask myself. I pull my hair and yell that I have to stop thinking. People around me look very concerned.

Zombies
There are zombies everywhere. I'm standing on a road in the middle of nowhere. I spot a military vehicle in the ditch, and head for it. I have to fend off a zombie trying to bite me. The vehicle has a plastic bubble on the roof, and I see several people inside. They let me in and we're safe from the zombies. For now.

Several weeks later, we come out and I have a beard. There are still zombies walking around, but they're much more rotten now. "We should head for the nearest gas station" I say. A zombie tries to bite me and I kill it with my fists. Its rotten flesh ripping easily. We drive the vehicle to a gas station. There's just one zombie around, and I pour gasoline on him. "Don't light him close to the pumps!" I yell, running away from the faster than normal zombie.

He lights up, but doesn't seem to care. He just stands there, dying slowly. Suddenly a couple of cars appear. They're racing and a guy tells me to join them. I spot a light blue ferrari and I get in. The engine roars as I step on the gas and quickly catch up. The landscape looks a bit like from Fallout 3. From being in fifteenth place, I end up being third after a huge jump. It feels just like a racing simulator! In a tunnel I gain pole position, but sadly the dream ends.

Summer Computer Problems
I'm standing on a dock. The weather is amazing and the radio is on. "We have 30 degrees out at the moment, but we will expect much colder weather in the coming days" a woman says. I really enjoy the sun and I feel extremely happy. I want to take a swim but I decide not to because it's probably cold. Monica is with me, and I check my computer. A couple of files I don't recognise is on the desktop. I delete them.

They appear again. I delete them. Once again they appear, and I notice some kind of loading window. Winrar is unpacking things onto my desktop. The entire computer's contents are being copied. I try to make it stop, but I can't. I decide to ask DV chat for help.

Hair
I'm watching some kind of reality dating show. There are happy couples on the beach, telling people they've had the best time of their lives. I am standing in the water, and I accidentaly drop Monica's cellphone. It slides around on the sandy bottom. Felix tells me that I shouldn't be afraid to tell her I've got alot of hair on my back. "It's normal dude! She won't mind!" I find this strange since I am almost hairless.

Amount of sleep: Around 8 hours

Supplements before bed: Lots of alcohol

That's it! I will write the remaining dreams tomorrow. Took alot longer than I thought.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID SEMI-LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

Good morning! I went away for a few days this weekend. Visited my gf's hometown. I didn't have dreaming in mind, other than sleeping in some. But after seven dreams the first night (Friday to Saturday) I just had to write them down. Even got lucid twice that first night, and the other nights had some VERY long dreams in them, and a very cool theme. I'll write them as three separate entries. I didn't write down my bedtime or anything.

Civilization
I'm playing a game very much like Civilization IV. I got control over a few units and I'm walking around in the enemy camp. I can see Indian tents and stuff like that everywhere. I destroy everything I can with my tiny soldiers. The enemy troops retaliate and I am victorious. With just a few soldiers left in each group, I click the "+" button. My teams are quickly replenished and I continue wreaking havoc. A side menu pops up and I can see alot of different awesome upgrades they have. "Veterans, +20 damage" and so on. A movie scene appears and a couple of guys in strange costumes are chanting over a kettle. A building is about to be sunk into the ground with magic. I successfully sink the building before my troops are destroyed.

Call of Duty DILD
I am playing a virtual reality Call of Duty game. I got an UZI and the longer I aim, the more precise the sight becomes. I take out several guys standing on the third floor of a building, behind some broken windows. Apparently I'm in some kind of dark, oldschool city. I check my score. 25/6. I am way ahead of everyone else. I run down some stairs and almost run in to a guy, which I quickly stab to death with my knife. It's getting pretty hectic and I don't feel like staying for too long. I head for the backdoor and leave the ruins.

I run for my life as bullets hit the ground very close to me. I go down a hill, and take out a sniper. I try to aim with it, but the guys coming over the hill are spraying me with bullets and I don't dare to stand still. It's still very dark outside, but I spot my friend G. The dream gets kinda fuzzy, but we enter a car and leaves. We're cruising around in my old neighbourhood from when I was a kid. We're trying to find the way to something, but we keep getting lost. After driving around for a while, we stop next to a forest, and get out.

We walk around for a while, scouting the area perhaps. Then walk back towards the car. I pick up a beercan and figure I can amplify the volume of the speakers with it. G tells me he's going to steal the car parked next to ours, and looks around on the ground for the keys. I get in our car and close the door. I realise I am dreaming. I leave the can in the car and decide to see what G would say if I told him this is just a dream. I get out of the car. "Hey G, you do realise this is just a dream right?" I ask him. "Yeah ofcourse!" he tells me.

I can't really focus on anything because of it being so dark, and suddenly I'm floating. Going up a few meter. The dream starts to fade. I quickly look at my hand and see a very bright hand, with a bright background instead of black. I hold this imagine for a few seconds. I wake up.

Spy Mission
I'm a spy of some kind, walking around in a building. I spot a guy and I know he's got the combination to a door that I need. I sweep his legs and point a gun at him while he's on the ground whimpering. "What is the the code" I ask him and notice it's a guy from highschool who was in my class. "Farting Warts" he tells me and I leave him. I try the combination but it doesn't work.

Stefan from work appears and I ask him casually if he knows the combination. "Yeah sure, it's "Unit It"" I try it on the safe-like door and it opens easily. I get a strange thought in my head. "What if the door just shuts on its own" BAM! The door shuts tight. I really want to see what's in that room, so I imagine it being very easy to open once again. I can easily open it and there's no resistance what so ever. I wake up before I get to see anything in the room. I decide to DEILD and lie completely still. My arms and hands are having very intense spasms, and once again it feels like they're bending in impossible angles. I know this is how I feel in SP now, and I try to ignore the feelings. I wake up and give Niklas (the former school friend) a call, and tell him about the dream.

My Dead Grandpa DILD
I'm at work. Doing high jumps on a table. There's a soft matress lying on the table and there's one of those bars they use. Björn is there with me, and we compete against eachother. It's a piece of cake really, and we get bored quickly. I put on my jacket, but Björn decides to put on someone else's jacket. He fools around, pretending to be a monkey or whatever. I smile and look to the left. Sitting at a table, staring at me, is my dead grandpa.

I get kind of shocked and slowly walk towards him. He looks straight into my eyes and he doesn't look very healthy. "Grandpa?" I ask him. I haven't seen him in about 10 years, and I get a bit emotional. He looks exactly like he looked the last time I saw him, and his face isn't distorted at all. His skin is pretty grey/green. Suddenly he opens his mouth, gasping for air. This is too horrible for me to watch, and I look away, thinking; "Fuck that, this shit ain't happening in my dream".

His gasping stops, and I realise that I am dreaming. This is way too heavy to just ignore, and I decide to see what he has to say. "This is a dream" I tell him. "Yes it is. What was the last thing your mother told you, before I died?" He asks me. I try to remember and I get a few false memories, but nothing concrete. "Uhm, well she told me..." is all I manage to say.

Fragments
*An old baker is telling me how he is a soldier, but in his heart, he has dough! He's very old and his skin is all red. He got flour everywhere and a white apron. I think it was related to the Civilization dream.

*I'm standing on a grass covered island, trying to get to the other side. The bridge infront of me is broken, and I can only take a few steps out in the water before it gets too deep for my boots. Two old guys walk up to me and they smile. They have to cross, and decide to walk around instead. I do the same.

*I've got 300 kr left on my bank account. I double check the amount and I can see that I've spent 8000 kr twice on something. Something about Monica's loan or whatever. I get pretty anxious.

Amount of sleep: Around 10 hours

Supplements before bed: Nothing

That's it! Pretty intense night, with two lucids! Sweet. Got two more nights with long, intense dreams coming up!
No supplements at all this weekend, and I will wait until next Saturday before I do some Galantamine + Choline.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I am in a room, it is not my room but it feels like it, there's a computer screen in front of me. Its a big CRT monitor with a black finish. I am watching a time laps video of someone painting. There is a sound coming from the PC speakers I think its an online radio show, I remember hearing that some DJ has just died. I swivel the chair to look around, there are lots of wires, and a single box. I know it has something to do with audio equipment. I then get up and open the door, I am confronted with familiar scene, I am upstairs in my own home, visitors have just come through the front door, my nieces and brother in law, my sister is not with them. Someone appears to left from the bathroom, its a family friend whom I considered as an aunt, she died tragically a few years ago. She greets me, I say, “ Long time, no see”. I know that she has died but it doesn't seem to bother me, she wearing a red dress, I notice that on her ankle there appears to be some waxing strip, strange, I then proceed downstairs...

I now find myself in a third person view, it looks like I am in America at some mall with an open air cafe. I'm at a table there's a doctor in a white coat and a nurse in light blue overalls I take it they are on a break, its like something out of friggin ER. I get the impression that the hospital is just across from the mall. I have the perfect image of the nurse she is in her mid 30's, slim build natural blond hair tied back with a short pony tail. The doctor has just told her she has missed her chance to have children, she doesn't know how to react to the news...

Suddenly I am transported to some southeast Asian man 40s 50s who has just found out that he cant have children. There's a pedestrian bridge that's crosses over a busy road, he jumps off it and commits suicide. I get the feeling the reasoning behind taking his own life was because he felt ashamed and also he believed that his wife should have children even if it meant with someone else...

I'm still in 3rd person, I'm in a hospital there is a warm ambient feel to the room, a man is lying in a bed with a newborn baby next to him, the man seems to be the father. His two friends are with him, they remind me of some famous musicians. The man however looks sick his hair used to be thick but now is thin, he may be sick but still smiles at the baby girl...

I'm now following those two friends along a boulevard, in what looks like some cheap medieval theme park, there are trees to my left a huge wall to my right and the boulevard in the middle. They both seem to be in good spirits and laugh that their friend is now completely bald. They both meet up with someone at the end of the boulevard, its the mother of one of the men. They all decide to got up one of the towers that's built onto that large wall. As they enter the tower the mother morphed into 6 year old girl. They then meet a tour guide in the tower dressed up in medieval clothing. When they get to the top of the tower there is a platform built above the entrance the girl and the guide climb onto the platform to get a better view, both friends are still talking away. The girl slips and dangles off the railings the tour guide freezes and doesn't try to help, one of the friends rushes to the girls aid but by the time he get there the girl has already plummeted to her death...

I cant remember when this dream appeared last night but its odd. Walking along a very still river with almost no current, koi are swimming in the dark water. As I continue walking up the river I notice something incredible. A koi out of the water, using its pelvic fins to support itself on a flat stone, it had its tail up in the air with its back arched. Once it had noticed me staring at it, It quickly returned to the water... was it doing fish yoga?

Before bed I took 400mg valerian, 50mg vitamin B-6 and 0.5mg melatonin. I woke up at 3:30 am and did a WBTB. I also performed a MILD before sleeping. In addition, I attempted to incubate a dream about Myst Uru.

Uru Marker Quest

I am in D'ni, doing a marker quest (this takes a while to explain if you don't know what I'm talking about. You can google these things if you're curious). I am in a big room "upstairs" (a vauge dreaming impression, I don't know what building I may have been in). I follow the markers "downstairs" into a large dark blue grey room. It is a little reminiscent of somewhere in Kadesh Tolesa. The marker quest is describing a murder mystery (taken from waking memory. I was on such a marker quest before going to bed, and it was a location I was at during this quest that I was trying to incubate). The markers tell me about a group of people who "explore the walls". They seem to be suspicious, and I look around the walls of the room. I also call someone on the telephone. One guy in particular does not have a telephone. For some reason this makes him even more suspicious.

The County Fair

In this dream, I am back at my old job with the Army Corps. I am working at the public relations booth at a local county fair.

My former boss is supposed to call me (taken from waking life. I had to call my present boss this morning because he was supposed to call me and didn't). I am at home, but I know he is talking to someone about my phone number. He can't remember my number, and therefore can't call me. I somehow walk into his office as he is saying this.

"You need my number?" I ask, surprising him. We exchange greetings, since we haven't seen each other in a while. Then he sends me out to the county fair.

It is cold and rainy, and many vendors have pulled out of the fair. I myself am a little disgusted with the fair for some reason. I am hungry and decide to get something to eat. I stop at a booth selling hot dogs. I order a hot dog since it is only 75 cents. Then I decide to order french fries too, even though I wasn't going to at first. I fall into conversation with the vendor while he prepares my food, who is also disgusted with the fair.

"This fair ain't like it used to be" he says, squirting ketchup and mustard into a plate and then dumping fries in. "Look at all the people who have pulled out".

"I know," I say, "I think this is going to be our last year here." In fact, I know it is, because I am the one who schedules the fairs. He hands me my food. The fries have onions and peppers mixed in with them. It looks pretty tasty.

I walk for a while, and come to some railroad tracks. There are some people walking on the tracks. What they do is wait for the warning lights to flash on the track signalling a train is coming. Then they jump on the tracks and walk, as though that is the safe time to walk. I try to warn them not to do this (though I seem to be walking on the tracks with them). I describe to them how "two of my relatives - or ancestors, I guess" were killed doing this.

The above dreams were recorded at 3:30AM during the WBTB. The following dreams I recorded this morning.

Western Christmas Carol

I am with some bad guy, in a sheriff's office of the Wild West. The bad guy has a rather distinctive face, looking like a typical bad guy. While we are waiting for the sheriff, another guy walks in and leans on a counter in front of us. Those of us waiting in the office are startled to see how much this new guy looks like the villain. They could be twins, except this new person is much younger. Then a second person walks in and leans on the counter next to the first person. He too looks exactly like the villain, but he has a big bushy beard. Those of us waiting (the villain, myself, some other person, and Peter Lorre - I don't know how he fit in) talk about the coincidence. Then the villain starts reliving past memories.

The past memories are brought on by the fact that the first look-alike reminded him of his own youth. It is like the Ghost of Christmas Past for him, and he begins to soften up by remembering how he used to be. Then, when he sees the second look-alike, he thinks of the present, and how things could have been different. This then, is the Ghost of Christmas Present.

Then the sheriff walks in. If we were surprised before, imagine our shock at seeing the sheriff - an exact double of our villain, except for the badge and hat. This is the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, with the ominous foreshadowing of a hanging.

Sad Dream

This dream may have been part of the Western Christmas Carol dream, as it started out in a similar scene. It deals with some issues from the waking life that are sad and personal to some close friends, so I won't go into much detail in the first part. It cheers up a bit by the end, though.

A man, falsely accused of a crime or imprisoned for a petty crime, has a heart attack while in prison. They could have let him out to go to the doctor, but they didn't. He dies. This makes the following events even more tragic and frustrating for the family. Some other things happen (taken from waking memories) that add to the family's grief. There are some scenes of sadness.

Somehow the scenes above lead into a story of three guys who go to Russia. They send a letter to the United States' government threatening to do something extreme. This causes the government to go into a tizzy, and then reports come that the three guys have taken over Russia. What actually happened is that they claimed Russia and nobody bothered to argue with them. It was so silly that it wasn't worth Russia's effort. However, the newspapers pick up the story and blow it out of proportion. Some of us get a big laugh out of that. "Then violence spreads" as it was said in my dream. I am sort of writing this as a story and living it at the same time. Everything disintegrates into a big fight and mass destruction. I buy candy.

The Minivan in the Kitchen (Lucid)

I am walking down the hallwau in my house towards the kitchen. I enter the kitchen, and on the left where the table is supposed to be is a large minivan. This isn't right, and I realize that I am dreamin. This realization seems to cause me to jump, and I wake up...

...But it's a false awakening. I find myself walking down the same hallway, and enter the kitchen again. I look to my left, and there is the minivan sitting there. This reminds me that I'm dreaming. Once again I jerk when I realize that, and either wake up, have a FA, or something. I can't remember anything else.

This one I can't really remember, but I do remember that there was a small building. I went in. There was a room with a small stage that I peered into from a doorway. A show was going on. I can't remember what, but there was a caroony man on an empty stage in a moth-eaten suit and top hat. The spotlight was on him. The audience was full, and hardly visible. I went upstairs and saw some theater students from school. I asked what shows they were putting on. They showed me flyers for about 4, but I only remember there being Sweeney Todd. I asked if I could try out. One of the girls said that they had already held auditions months earlier at her house.

Eu e meu irmão estávamos no meu quarto, quando ele me mostrou algo incrível: com um pouco de concentração e força, era possível criar garras parecidas com as do Wolverine!
Eu tentei e realmente consegui, mas era preciso muita força para elas ficarem armadas (elas normalmente voltavam). Eu fiquei fazendo isso muitas vezes, até o ponto onde a a lâmina mais esquerda (da mão esquerda) caiu.
Fiquei desesperado pois havia sido aberto um buraco entre os meus dedos. Eu tentava olhar pelo buraco para ver se eu conseguia encaixar a garra denovo. Usei meu celular como lanterna e depois o celular do meu irmão. Ele disse que o jeito seria tirar todas as garras mesmo, sendo que eu não estava conseguindo fazê-las voltar.
Comecei a tirar as minhas lâminas, e ele começou a tirar as dele. Percebi que as dele eram muito maiores e mais detalhadas, com serra e tudo. As minhas eram apenas lâminas lisas.
Eu comentei a vantagem que ele teria se arranjasse uma briga, pois conseguiria perfurar um oponente facilmente.