non-lucid

Saturday 4th April 2009
Myself as well as a few others (which may have included my sister and cousin) were collecting rubbish from the streets and bundling it into several plastic bags.

This was no normal errand. But one from the army, it seemed. For some unexplained reason they wished to obtain bags upon bags of waste and we had been sent to carry out this strange task.

Taking the bags of rubbish I had collected with me, I walked into a house where my cousin and a man who I had never met before were staying and sat myself on the floor.
The man then loomed over me, radiating a frightening demeanor, carrying a pile of the rubbish I had collected and angrily dopping it down beside me, "You forgot this," he seethed.

It was then time to take the rubbish to the soldiers. It was night outside but the dark, obsidian sky lacked the beautiful gleam of twinkling stars.
I headed up a small embankment on which a grey, military helicopter now occupied.

Men in the standard camouflague uniform leaped from inside it and approached me before taking the rubbish and heading back.



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[Fragment] Rabbits
Saturday 4th April 2009
Watching a computer animated program about colourful rabbits, myself, my sister and our auntie listened intently to the theme song to find out the names of the baby purple rabbit and the other red one.

They danced around to the lively theme song which spouted out a variety of different names, the ones I heard being Peter and Edward. Nevertheless, my auntie and I engaged in a debate about it because we both heard different things.

06.12.2010

Find the kid! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dieser Traum hatte definitv eine lange Vorgeschichte aber ich kann mich nicht erinnern.

This dream had a very long back story, but the following is the only fragment I can remember.

Me and some other people were in the stockroom of a big toy-shop. We searched for a little kid, which looked like the kid from "Poltergeist".

(Rest in Peace)
Someone kidnapped her.
Suddenly millions of babydolls came avanche-like towards us. The wave of dolls literally inundated the big shophall. Some of the dolls were electronic and walked and talked through the hall.
We ran through the hall and searched for the real kid between all those fake kids.

Friday 3rd April 2009
Upon waking from a dream I no longer remember, I opened my eyes a crack and peered out into the darkness.
I didn't focus much on my surroundings to begin with, however, after a closer inspection (my vision becoming clearer in spite of my eyes remaining half-lidded) I came to the realisation that I was in fact lying in my bed in the living room; right where the chair was supposed to be. The vision in my left eye was hindered due to the obtrusive pillow, my gaze sweeped across the dark expanse of the room before coming to the conclusion that I was still dreaming.

I attempted to regulate my breathing into a steady rhythm and opened my eyes wider-- still, my left eye was half covered in darkness due to the pllow which my head had sunk into -- On my right eye was what seemed like a scattering of white dust which obstructed my view further.

I lifted my head -- which felt incredibly heavy -- from the pillow, but in spite of my efforts I couldn't control myself very well and fell limply back onto the pillow.

Curiosity then spiked and since that getting up was now off the agenda, I was curious as to see what my hand would look like. Would it have more fingers as it usually did when I did a reality check? Be a little blurry? Raising my arm, which experienced the same heavy feeling as my head, I raised my hand into a clearing in my vision between the walls of black and white. To my surprise, I merely gazed at a stump; cut off at the wrist abruptly, my hand was simply none existant.


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Stairway to...
Friday 3rd April 2009
I stood at the entrance of the house -- the hallway enveloped in darkness -- and two figures emerged from within its dark depths; my sister and following close by was one of my good college friends.

Apparently, he'd slept over for the weekend and now the time had arrived for his departure. I feel a pang of guilt wash over me. I find myself wishing we ould have done more to make his stay more enjoyable. (Albiet I didn't seem to recall what was done during his stay.)

Turning on my heels, my vision swept passed the doorway of my dad's bedroom -- someone was inside.
Her back was facing me but she was clad in silk, pale pink pyjamas and a house coat that looked rather like a small kimono. Her long, wavy black hair was gathered into a tight pony tail which trailed, incredibly, right down to the top of her thighs.

I fleetingly wonder who she was.

One of my sister's friends I'd decided.

"Don't forget your fan!" I hear my sister's voice from behind me. Following that, the mysterious girl produced a pink fan and packed it into a bag.

My sister then grabbed a bag from somewhere and filled it with clothing of which included a red T-shirt and a brown one. Then, with her free hand grasped a nearby suitcase and we started out the door, first walking to our neighbour who lived directly opposite.
"Could you look after this, please?" she inquired to the man who now stood at the door.

He accepted the suitcase without hesitation and promptly we headed down the stairs. It appeared that I was now carrying the bag with the T-shirts inside, another random white T-shirt hooked in my right hand which flopped around lazily with my movements.

Continuing the journey down, the stairs began to undergo metamophosis; taking on the appearance of hard, cold stone stairs which led up to a huge archway from which white light flooded through.
This light was of stark contrast to the sullen darkness of the room. And this time, by myself, I walked up the stairs.

I heard a jumble of voices -- male ones -- ricocheting across the barren area.
"It's a shame when people you're looking for aren't there..."
"Yeah, it is."

I was very nearly at the top. I began up the last flight of steps before I realised I had dropped the bag I was carrying, which was now hanging loosely on a long plank of wood that was propped up against the side of the banister. And looking up again, I saw a frightened man, pale with fear and pleading looks painted across his features, slowly crawling his way up on his hands and knees towards the light.

March 31st 2009
A friend, Larissa was the only face I had seen. She wore a smile on her face and her blonde hair was tied into a loose pony tail; small, fair strands protruded from her otherwise perfectly straight hair along the hairline. She donned a pale blue fleece which was left unopen at the neck.

We spoke of planning a day out because we haven't seen each other since last year.

My dad has taken the family out to the farm, but he needs to go back into town. I drive a regular-sized car to show him the way, but he's driving a massive tractor or threshing machine. Eventually we arrive in town, and for some reason pull into a construction zone. Dad starts to pull monster truck rally tricks with his vehicle, and continues without interference until quitting time for the construction workers. They kick us out, and we have to return the vehicles to the farm.

I am walking to the other campus of our school when I see a man with a gun. He looks like Zero. I ask him why he has a gun, and he says that he overheard that there would be a school shooting today, so he came prepared. I notice that I'm holding dice in my hand.

I continue walking to the other campus. Next to me, I see a freshmen sneak up behind another student. He whispers menacingly in his ear, "Had a nice life?" He tries to shoot him, but his hand twitches and he shoots a girl standing next to him. He shoots her in the neck.

The girl falls over and the witnesses, including me, run over to help the poor girl. The attacker runs away. It seems like the guys around me aren't taking this seriously enough, so I yell at them to call 911 because I don't have my phone.

We stay with the girl for a few hours, and she makes a fast recovery (the ambulance never came).

There was a pirate girl who had been brutally stabbed to death. She was on a rowboat trying to get to the mother ship before she died. When she got there she was taken in by the captain so he could try to heal her. The captain told her that although she had managed to stay alive, Davy Jones was still going to pay her a visit.

She was sitting on her boat alone. Next to her were a pile of snow white skulls. She traced any of the remaining dirt off of them with the whites of her fingertips. A groaning sound came from the front of the boat, and she saw that Davy Jones was here.

[missing time]

We're now back at my grandmother's house, and we are all trying to kill Davy Jones. We have all sorts of guns, but either they don't work, or shooting just doesn't kill him.

The captain tries to protect the girl from Davy Jones by shielding her in the closet, but Davy Jones knows she is there. He takes his long tentacles and reaches under the door and grabs her soul.

I finally get the gun to work and so I shoot at Davy Jones. The bullet goes through him, but he laughs as nothing happens. I shoot him several times, and the same things happen.

Still playing catch-up...
Dead sleep between 12:30a-7:30a
Alarm attempt for a 8:30 alarm to DEILD. Too sleepy, turned it off and passed out.
Wake-up alarm at 10:45. Too sleepy, passed out (lol )
Woke up on my own at 11:40a.

As such, not too many memories recalled from my dreams, other than listening to an answering machine and expecting to hear one from Darren. I can't remember why I expected there to be one, but hey there was, and he was thanking me for the birthday message I gave him.

I also remember lots of hanging out with people. It's all so vague!

Dreams from last night and the night before. One of them was a nightmare.

~One dream consisted entirely of a guy chasing me with a dagger. By the time I woke up from it, he had stabbed me in the stomach, slashed my face, and deeply cut my arm. It scared the crap out of me.

~I fell asleep again after that one and ended up in Wal-Mart. I walked around by the checkout things for a while, and then just started hopping around. I noticed I stayed suspended in the air for a few seconds before I fell. But the minute I thought, "Hey, that's kind of cool...", it stopped happening. I jumped up as high as I could, but just fell right back down.

I just kept walking around. I started thinking of the murderer from the last dream, but in the dream I was thinking that that had actually happened, not that I had dreamed it. I guess I looked kind of freaked out or something, because a guy walked up to me and asked if I was okay. I know he wasn't TG or Tiger, but it doesn't seem like he was a DC. He asked if I needed a hug. I told him yes. He gave me a big hug, and afterwards I think I went out to the parking lot.

~I was in a hallway at school. A guy suddenly came running towards me with a group of people behind him. He told me to join them as he pushed a brick in the wall. It went back and a door slid open. We all went through the doorway and came out in a secret room. The group sat in a circle while the guy closed the door. He said something about some kind of spell, and told someone to cast it. Everyone looked at everyone else.

"Do you know how to do it?" someone asked me.

"No, I don't think so."

"I do." A girl said something I forget, and a symbol glowed red on her foot. A dog ran into the room and the guy was about to tell everyone something when I woke up.

~I have no idea where I was in this one. I was a dog, though, a german shepard rottweiler mix like my grandma's. There were two or three other dogs that looked like me. We were trying to solve a riddle to get some little figurine-type things. We went all around the place we were at. There was a wooden floor that was apparently on stilts or something, because in places it would just collapse under us and we would have to try to get back up. There were other groups of dogs, too. They all looked like us, but some were old, some were crazy and rabid, and other things. I think I woke up after falling into the floor for the upteenth time.

~Then just a frag: I was watching the new "The Last Airbender" movie. It hasn't come out yet, so I wish I could've remembered some of the words to compare when I see the real movie.

DREAMSCENEDESCRIPTIONLUCIDNONDREAM

I am in this place that seems to be underground. There are these traintrack(hey, OMGDreams ) . The place is kinda big. This traintrack type rollercoaster was only sorta a rollercoaster... it wasn't nearly as big as a real one. There were some lights in there, so it wasn't exactly PITCH black! So in this place I was either with my friend of me and my sis from my old house or here, our neighbor. So, our friend was going down thecoaster thing on this...little wheeled seat type thing. It didn't look safe so I was hesitant to go on . But, I decided I would go on anyway. She used these stair type things. Each step like stacks onto one another...I started to take the whole thing, but then only took two because I realized that that's what she did. I start to go on the rollercoaster, but I didn't get to finish!

DREAMSCENEDESCRIPTIONLUCIDNONDREAM

Ok, so I've been playing sims lately (sims 3), so it transfers into my dreams sometimes. I KNOW I will get more of these! I am aparently on the computer playing sims ! This neighborhood that I am playing I've never actually played IRL. It was a very pretty neighborhood, I was only in one part of it. These houses were spread out a good amount, but not massivly. So I start clickin on the houses in the game. Oddly enough, I see that most of the houses have 2 kids and no parents! I click on one house and I see a single dad with two kids. I think in the picture of the household he is holding one of his kids (toddler, I guess). It's odd because the dad isn't an old guy, yet he has this striking white hair. I notice this hair on a few other sims in this area of the neighborhood. He also has this dark gray goth-y type eyeshadow on! I now find another household that I want to play, and there are only 2 kids in it. In sims if you have a household with kids and no adults, someone will come to get them (I forget what it's called!). So, right away someone comes to get them. I'm all "nooo!!". So, I switch households, hoping that they will still be there. I can check back up on them when they're teens, when that can't happen.

"Most glorious Prince of the Heavenly Armies,
Saint Michael the Archangel,
defend us in 'our battle against principalities and powers,
against the rulers of this world of darkness,
against the spirits of wickedness in the high places' [Ephesians 6:12]"
~ Catholic exorcism

I was in a dark, Hogwarts-like place. The surroundings were old and wooden, but sturdy-looking. There was a giant crowd of people around. I was on a second-floor platform, but you could look over the railing to see the first floor if you wanted. I looking for my friends, Caitlin (my pseudo-sister IRL) and Ken (a somewhat large lesbian, and one of my best friends IRL). I saw Caitlin and Ken run by me up the stairs, so I immediately turned around. I caught up to Ken, but Caitlin had gotten away. Ken informed me that Cait was possessed by The Demon.
In its natural form, The Demon looked like a small black cloud, but it could possess people and have them do its bidding. Ken and I had to get it out of Caitlin, so we were going to have to perform an exorcism.
I got Ken and we went to the dorm area of the hall. Some girl, with slight reluctance, let us set up a base in her room. It was a small, but cozy room with pale yellow walls. Once inside, we shut the door, lit a candle near the door and one near the bed, and I sprinkled a circle of Holy Water from the container that I had with me.

Layout of the room:
[].....~~...[.]
[]..~......~[.]
|......~~...[.]
|____'_'___|
The []'s make up a bed.
The ~ represent a circle of Holy Water.
The [.]'s are a desk with a TV on it and some papers that were on the ground.

There, we waited. I got prepared to say some exorcism. Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door. Ken went over to open it, but I stopped her.
"Who is it?" I asked.
No answer.
"Who are you?"
No answer.
"Should I turn out the lights?" Ken asked, about to suffocate the candles with her fingers. I nodded. The room got dark, and I kept the door locked. The Demon wouldn't be getting into this room.
I woke up.

This dream was quite frightening, but I don't know if it really was a nightmare. It had many nightmare qualities, like an unseen enemy, my friends are victims, and I'm not completely sure what to do, but during the dream, I was acting very calm, cool, and collected, although I really was quite nervous. I knew the precautions I had to take to stay safe. I'll just put it as a nightmare.
I should have noticed it was a dream because I don't believe in demons. I think crowds may be a growing dreamsign for me.

"Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends."
~ The Beatles, With a Little Help from My Friends

The guys (and some girls) and I were at Papa Gino's, but it seems like it looked, well, GOOD in there. Nice wooden feel to it. Anyway, I was there with my friends Dylan, Bridget, and Justin, although Justin isn't really my friend. I find nothing likable in him. NO MATTER! We, and some other guys, were all eating foods, and I got a hot dog. My dog, Arte, was supposed to get bacon with his meal and give it to me, but he didn't get any bacon.
We were all supposed to bring our own lunches as well. I don't know why. That makes no sense. However, some people, in that typical fashion of other people being unreliable, forgot their lunches. However, some did bring empty gift bags, so that was ok.

"lol sure, you can have my bacon. This makes perfect sense."

We had a REALLY tough practice at Karate yesterday. So, as I expected, I was far too tired to write any of my dreams down whenever I woke up. (Surprisingly good recall for such conditions, though.) During one of my early sleep cycles, I kept waking myself up practicing my kicks. Seriously, I must have done this five or six times.

1- Weirdness... As Usual
My brother and I are taking a walk when we pass by a dog pen. We know for a fact that the owners of these dogs have moved, so we worry that they will die here. "I'm taking this one home with me," he says, petting a big gray dog that resembles a wolf.

"We already have two dogs at the house, Mama will never let you keep him."

"So? I'll just hide him in my room."

That is a horrible idea, but at that point my eyes fall on the other dog; He is a small pit bull mix... and so adorable! He gives me those sad puppy dog eyes, as if to say "You're not going to leave me here all by myself, are you?" No, of course not. I take the dog home and hide him in my closet.

About a day later, I am thinking to myself about how much trouble Steven is going to get into if he gets caught with that dog. Wait a minute... didn't I get a dog, too? GAH! I jump to my feet and run to my room, opening the closet door. My dog is sitting huddled up in the corner.

"I've been trapped in here for a whole day!" He whines, shuddering.

"I'm so sorry! You must really need to use the bathroom, don't you?"

He nods, whimpering. I can't take him outside, because my parents are in the other room. I'll just have to get some kind of container... I find a long, rectangular food container and tell him to go in that. He raises his leg, and...

"You're missing!" I say urgently, not wanting to have to clean up dog pee from my closet.

"Oops..." he finally manages to go in the container, but it fills up so much that now he's up to his shoulders. He tells me it feels like a nice, hot bath. WTF?

"Um... Now you need a real bath. Wait here." I get another one of the containers and fill it with warm, soapy water. I bring it back to my closet, glad to see that he hasn't caused any more trouble. "Okay, now get in and wash yourself off." As he is bathing, my grandmother walks in. ((Why is she here?)) She says I'm going to be in trouble for having a dog in the house.

2- Beware the Spider Queen
I am lying in bed, when I notice a HUGE spider on the wall above me. This thing is about the size of a cat, and it's giving me the look of death. Normally, I like spiders. I don't even mind when they crawl on me. But this is a different story. Freaked, I jump out of bed, eyes on the spider. It turns it's body, following my every move with it's eight beady eyes. It looks like it's about to pounce... I run from the room slamming the door behind me.

My grandma is here again. I learn that she is with an ancient demon slaying society, and that she is here to pass the legacy on to me. She tells me that the spider can only be killed if it's web is destroyed. Otherwise it will just keep coming back to life.

*time lapse* I think we've killed the spider by this point, but my memory isn't very clear. My grandmother gives me a weapon that resembles a giant metal boomerang. It instantly reminds me of Sango's Hiraikotsu.

3- School Days
I run from the house as the bus nearly leaves us. Once inside, I go to the back where Shelby is sitting. It's the first time I've seen her since the... incident. We talk about it; she tells me all the harsh things that her mother said about me.

4- Forgotten Dreams
I am in a video store with my aunt. There are some phones on display, and I see that I have typed some dreams up on one of them. Woah, I don't remember these at all! When did I write this?

Suddenly I look up at the screen that shows previews for various movies. It is showing a preview for a sequel to Coraline, called "Revenge of the Other Mother." Wow, I have to see that!

5- Pattie and Wilhelm (fragment)
((Uh, I'm not really sure what this is, to be honest... It seems like it must have been epic in it's entirety, because I have several memories after this of telling other people about it and posting it in my DJ.)) Something about a ghost named Pattie mourning for her lost love, Wilhelm.

6- Pokemon (fragment)
Vague memory of Pokemon. Pikachu doesn't look like it's supposed to... Looks more like a Shroomish.

★★★★

weird lucid

My memory starts when the person I know as L who looked like David Rockefeller, showing up in a black limo while I am walking down a generic street.
He gets out and I can tell he wants to use me in some way to get into my inner world. I run away into someones yard. I jump over a fence, and now I am floating. i touch the ground and continue running, not looking behind me at all. The next fence has an opening in it. Right in the middle of the fence is a square opening, so i dive through it head first. I keep running until I come to another fence with a large square opening, so this time I go feet first floating through it.

I go into a yard that is familiar and go behind a stone wall. I then jump up onto a small concrete ledge with a stone roof with a mural painted on the ceiling. I gradually become lucid during a period of several seconds. I am staring at the mural. All I see is paintings of Asuka on the murals. I stare at one for a while and notice one of the eyelids begins to come out of the painting. I think "oh great she's hiding in the mural and is coming out to see me!"

I instinctively put my hand on the mural. I look at it against the part of the dream and begin counting. I count up to ten, I didn't want to go high just in case I wasn't doing it right. I pulled my hand away and I watched as the dream was bending towards me like the corner edges of paper coming together. I watched as it went back to normal.

I had something in my hand. It was like a metal dog tag with an inscription on it. It was by Walms. It wals talking about time dilation. it read "focus on hand - the dream. Count and then jump". I had a vague image in my head of walms with his hand on the ground and counting. when he was done I see him spring up right into the air.

missing time


yeah

sex dream I kept waking up from. In the dream i would be in the same bed doing my thing. Then i would wake up and be in the same bed alone. This happened several times.


strange game

I remember being in some building where we were participating in some wierd game. We had to go to different tables and do different actions or something. I didn't understand it well so i went outside for a smoke. It was night out and I saw something moving in the shadows to my left.

"Is that somebody there?" I asked. I heard a woman's voice and saw the shadow come forward. There was a smaller shadow with her. they moved into the light a bit. they stood in front of me with steps leading down behind them. We were in a conversation I can't recall. I watched as the woman walked, she went from slim to a very obese woman. She asked me if I gave the joint to someone.

as she asked it, more people came from walking up the steps. there were a few Women and one really short brown guy with a mean look on his face. someone asked "you gave a joint to someone?"

i said "yea, It was a few inches long but not very big." I showed the thickness of it between my fingers, indicating it was really small. "It was a fucking pinner joint!" I said. Everyone laughed except the small brown guy.

Basement

some vague dream aof walking around in my basement with asuka and other inner world characters.

Asuka attacked

yet again. I was in some dark place watching some weird creature put a series of spikes through her and she was screaming. It faded out.

What?

I am Shawna from junior high. Through her eyes I see myself sitting down and playing guitar. WTF?!?!?