Non-Lucid Dreams
Sunday 31st May 2009 My sister sat playing on an old Nintendo console on a game which looked very similar to Mario. The colours weren't very vibrant but I watched the fighting combos intently; a low punch, a flying kick, a punch. The small instect/robot-like enemies exploded due to the impact. Kind of reminds me of that episode of Criminal Intent... I had thought to myself. My glance then drifted onto the console itself, which strangely, had a cartridge inside shaped like a green watering can, while also noticing that it clearly wasn't my bedroom, or even a room in our house for that matter. The room was huge with three white painted walls while the fourth was in fact a huge window with two glass doors in the middle which lead out into a grassy garden. Two beds were also in the room - one at each side. My sister was sat on the floor in front of the TV; apart from the beds and the TV the room was empty. I threw myself down onto the bed at the right of the room and fell asleep, a nightmare following shortly after. It was dark outside- either early morning or late evening - and the soft yellow light from a street lamp was the only thing breaking the thick darkness created by the bare trees which were trailed down a long, steeply inclinded path. There was a wall opposite to the trail of trees and even long branches stetched out of each snicket. I stood very close to this wall as if waiting or just watching. A man wearing what appeared to be an illuminous green or yellow vest (like the type that are worn during marathons) was jogging down the street with quick pace. Dead leaves crunching softly beneath his feet. Rustle His head snapped up from the ground and he listened intently, but continued jogging, his pace slowing. Rustle He stopped, head turning to look at a branch which protruded from the wall Snap The twigs and loose branches strewn across the floor fell victim to the relentless dash of a clown donning yellow and white baggy clothing and a red wig. He produced a knife and embedded it into the helpless jogger's head. He screamed in agony before falling limply to the ground. Unmoving, I inspected the clown who stood staring at his lifeless victim. His right arm was shaped like a branch but it was difficult for me to distinguish whether or not he stuck a branch to his arm, or his arm was in fact, a branch. I suddenly grow more frightened as his gaze falls on me, a melevolent grin tugging at his ashen face. Hastily, I jumped and performed an impressive backflip right over the wall and dashed swiftly through a forest of bare, winter trees. I then woke up in the bed from before, and told my sister about the evil clown. Then I actually woke up feeling really confused...xD
Wednesday 27th May 2009 My cousin dealt me a swift kick to the chest. I recoiled and winced in pain.
Tuesday 26th May 2009 A man walked into his bedroom to find his wife sleeping with his best friend. His friend leaped from the bed, a toothy grin tugging at his features, while the wife clutched the blankets defensively towards her. "Sorry, wifie!" The man laughed as he stood next to his best friend, "I didn't realise you were busy in here."
Sunday 25th May 2009 "Please, ask Toby to do this favour for me. I really don't want to put anymore strain on our friendship." KK turned and started up the stairs in what appeared to be a small, peaceful village with rows of quaint houses accompanied by red tiled rooftops that stood silently, quite matching the solemnity of the defeated tone in the white, talking dog's voice. He hoisted his guitar over his shoulder as I watched him ascend the stairs that lead up to the thick of the small villages. I was then in a house which presumably belonged to 'Toby,' and indifferent to the fact I had walked into someone's home, I threw myself down onto a pile of blankets that had been thrown haphazardly onto the floor and I watched the doorway intently (as well as the guinea pig that had wandered happily across the floor) until someone emerged through the doorway from the dull, grey hallway. I donned denim jeans and jacket with a white shirt underneath that was decorated with black swirls which formed together to make a cross. My entire demeanor seemed to be nonchalant. As I watched the figure approach, I snaked my hands behind my head and smiled, "I've come to speak to Toby." The woman who was now staring back at me furrowed her eyebrows, nonplussed. But that soon changed when it made a swift transition to anger at the mere mention of the name. "Him!?" She spat, with a tone that could have threatened even the most impassive of people, "I just finished having a screaming match with him." That said, she turned heel and walked through a doorway and into the kitchen, her footsteps pounding in an obvious display of her displeasure. I rose to my feet as she stepped back out of the kitchen and out of the doorway she had first appeared, and I then walked in to the kitchen, emerging after a few minutes. The woman was now back in the room. "What were you doing in there?" She inquired irritably. "Err..." I struggled to find an answer I simply didn't have, "I was in there...leaving things as they should be." I smiled weakly. "Yeah, and you better have left my handbag 'how it should be,' too." She replied, not in anyway trying to mask any accusations. I laughed nervously. --------------------------------------------- [Fragment] Stage Fright Sunday 25th May 2009 Stood on a stage that stretched as far as the eye could see, I looked out apprehensively into the audience; the surrounding, white lights tearing painfully through my vision. Immediately, I found myself at the end of the stage, gazing down at a small flight of stairs and contemplated running.
Tuesday 19th May 2009 On a journey back home with my dad, we both sat on the top deck of a roofless double-decker bus. I stood, leaning daringly over the front and almost toppled out as the bus screeched to an abrupt halt on cue with the irritated beeping that arose from a small, speeding TJ Walsh bus as it raced past us near a roundabout. My courage unwavered, I continued standing and turning to my dad I asked, "So, we're going home now, right?" "No, we're going swimming." Came the reply. No! I thought, despairing over the lack of geography revision I had done for the exam. I don't have any time! As I said this, the bus encircled the roundabout which allowed me to get a good look at the gleaming clock tower. The black hands clearly reading quarter to eight. The face of the clock shone with a brilliant, bold yellow-orange gradient which was brightened by the dark blue evening sky. Despite this, we returned home and I angrily dashed out into a huge garden with houses opposite with cosy, warm yellow lights eminating from each window. I flopped down onto a wooden bench where my geography work lay and tears creeped from my eyes until the dam completely broke. I don't have time! I repeatedly chanted like a mantra, as I tried to lift up my work to throw it onto the ground. The unusual weight of it, however, prevented me from doing so; it was simply to heavy. Later, I found myself in the doorway of a dimly lighted bedroom. I saw a bed with white covers - plastic bags lay bundled together atop it, and there was a mirror that stretched the whole length of the wall opposite to where I was stood. From where I was standing I could see someone dressed in black, sat at the wall opposite the mirror -I could only see enough of the figure to conclude the he or she was sitting on a chair - but this person wasn't reflected in the mirror. I also heard a monotonous drone - the person was talking to me, but I couldn't decipher the words. And as if I couldn't, or wasn't allowed to step in to the room, I instead stood on tip toes to see if I could find a reflection but the bags on the bed seemed to grow and obscure my view with each new height that I reached. Suddenly, I felt a jolt in my chest and wheezed as pain struck it. I clasped at my chest screaming, "It feels like I'm being ripped apart!" Invisible hands wrapped roughly around my arm and clutched my top directly where the pain was and started to drag me into the room. I couldn't see them, but I could feel and sense them on me. Screams tore helplessly from my lungs. Uuugh...I have my geography exam today...: (
06.21.2010Vanessa's Movie (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID In the dream I followed a movie in which my classmate Vanessa was the main protagonist. It started by Vanessa leaving her house and walking down the street. It was a summer eveing and it began to get darker. Some names of any actors appeared on the "screen". While I saw it, I thought things like: "Why the heck do I dream about Vanessa. I don't have anything to do with her. I don't even know anything about here except her name." Then Kurt Russells name appeared and I abruptly was interested in that "movie". But then my alarm clock woke me up and I had to stand up.
Monday 18th May 2009[/B] "It's a new strain of the CIVB1 virus...It's CIVB2."
Sunday 17th May 2009 Myself and the rest of my geography class, and teacher, finished hiking up a precipitous mountain. We weren't at the very top, however, we were high above the clouds. It looked very beautiful, especially with the Sun pertruding from the clouds, its golden rays skimming their tops and lightening the sandy rock with a soft, yellow hue. We jumped from a thin ledge of rock onto a bigger, more sturdy platform and I sat, my legs swinging from the side. I looked at the Sun, then across to my teacher who yelled across to everyone, "Don't forget to brush your hair -It decreases blood pressure!" The thin ledge we were on before seemed further away and so thin it was non-existent, and panicked, I slid, but I kept my grasp firmly on the rocks, begging my friend who stood nearby to help me up before I fell to my death. I could feel my body giving way to gravity and I would have fallen, if it not had been for my friend who dragged me up by the bag I had over my shoulder.
Saturday 18th April 2009 Sitting on the right side of the bus towards the middle, I handed my friend a pile of sketches I had done and she leafed through them. Suddenly, while the bus was moving, a man clothed entirely in black jumped through the doors. He just appeared to be a speeding blur. He rushed up the aisle and back down again. A few people screamed in pain, and fell limply in their seats, blood pouring from their fleshly opened wounds. They'd been slashed with a knife. Those who were left alive carried on as if nothing had happened, while I sat, desperately wondering to myself if they'd actually noticed what happened. Even the driver continued with the journey with out so much as a second thought; he didn't even stop once. As the journey continued, panic still present in my mind, the blur of a man jumped in again while the bus was moving and swept up and down the length of the bus. More people slumped in their chairs, blood trickling down their slashed torsos and chests. My heart rate sped up dramatically. How could he possibly do that!? I thought to myself, shifting irritably in my seat. I went on to wondering about if was actually hiding beneath or on top of the bus. I looked foreward, seeing an old lady with grey hair slumped in her chair, utterly lifeless; among the rest of the people who had been killed. My gaze then traveled out of the window. The bus weaved through cars on the busy roads and it was getting dark outside, and I was becoming more frightened with every passing minute. Soon enough, we had finally arrived in the town centre. I didn't want to wait to get to the bus stop, so when the driver had stopped at a traffic light, I yelled down the bus, "Hey, is it alright if I get off here?" "Yeah, course you can." Came the cheerful reply, as if he hadn't even realised the killings that had so fleetingly taken place throughout the journey. I jumped off the bus and onto the pavement, slowly realising I had left my bag on the bus, but the bus had already driven away. I decided that when I got home, I'd find the number for the bus station and ask if my bag had been given in to lost and found.
06.21.2010Ignore the Death (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID My father and me sat on a couch in any house and watched soccer on TV (I thing Croatia played). I sat on the right, my father on the left. Further on the left was the entrance door. A guy appeared on the left between the door and the couch. He had a pistol and he wanted to kill us. Nobody had a problem with that and it seemed like he was a good friend of my father. The talked and joked around. The killing was just something, what had to be done and wouldn't have any consequences. Kinda like bringing the trash out once a week. I prepared myself fro being shot while the guy pointed the gun at me. I thought, I have to force myself to think about something else. I closed my eyes and just waited. I feeled nothing and opened my eyes some seconds later. "What? That's all?", I asked. "Yes, that's it." So you only need to ignore the death to survive.
Wednesday 15th April 2009 All I heard was a booming and irritated voice yelling, "Why don't you go and learn some manners!?"
06.19.2010Super Scribblenauts (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I played some Super Scribblenauts and summoned a "Gentlemanly T-Rex" or something like that.
06.13.2010Industrial Park (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Patrick and me walked around at a place, which seemed to be a mix between an old closed industrial park and one of thos places in Hollywood were all those studio-buildings stand side by side.
06.13.2010Spore Wars (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I walked through a warzone, which looked like an adventure in "Spore: Galactic Adventures". I walked to the other end through crates and explosions and started attacking another creature.
06.12.2010Dream Fragment #4 (Gun) (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I had the case of the PlayStation 2 game "Gun" in my hands and toied around with it while I was listening to someone. As I looked at it, I noticed, that I crinkled and damaged the cover.
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