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    1. Undertale, and other fragments

      by , 10-09-2016 at 10:07 PM (Cinder's Dreams Gallery)
      I've had a few fragments before Virtual Hedonism, but I couldn't recall much of their detail except for one.

      I dreamed that I was the Fallen Human, from Undertale. I was in New Home, standing on the wall of the castle. I was trying to entertain the monsters below and around me.
      Tags: undertale
      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    2. Virtual Hedonism (NSFW)

      by , 10-09-2016 at 09:54 PM (Cinder's Dreams Gallery)
      My dream transitioned to a virtual reality version of Second Life. There were many people around. My virtual house was in the middle of a grassy plain. It was mostly made out of wood, and had a look that won't be out of place in a magazine for architecture. I was a buxom woman with a male's part. I just finished having my time with a black-haired, slim man, and is trying to convince a jovial, muscular, white-haired, soldier-looking man to let me top him. We were all naked. I did not recall actually sleeping with the black-haired man.

      Later, I was myself again, but I was still trying to sleep with the soldier. There were people going around my hosue and I was trying to convince them to leave. One of them kicked all of us out of the house despite not being the owner, teleporting us all out.

      Updated 10-09-2016 at 10:06 PM by 50816

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    3. Rambling dream / Monster in town

      by , 10-09-2016 at 08:44 PM
      Rambling dream
      I'm standing in what I believe to be a Home Depot watching some kind of laser cutting large wooden rounds into doughnut shapes. Each round is around six or eight feet across and about a foot or two thick. They're very rough-cut, and they still have their bark on. The rounds are hanging from a track in an upright position. One at a time, the machinery moves a round in front of a laser, cuts out the center of the round, and moves it onward. Each time, the bright orange laser stabs through the round, moves in a wide circle, and lets the slightly cone-shaped center drop out. As this keeps going on, I watch more closely. Oddly, the later doesn't leave a nice clean cut - the remaining hole is just as rough as the wood itself. I turn my attention to what happens to the scrap pieces and am surprised to see that they fall then seem to dissolve. My wife is standing nearby, and I call her attention to it. After a couple more times I look more closely at what the scrap is falling onto. At first glance, it just looks like a fairly industrial metal table but, looking more closely, I realize that it's supposed to be a replica of the Last Supper: most of the table is empty, but one place setting has a plate of bread and a cup of wine. Even though this is just idolatry - we're not authorized to use religious symbols like this, nor to profane the Lord's Supper - it's clearly having an effect on the wood.

      Now I'm sitting at a small table with my wife. I'm still facing the same direction, and she's sitting across from me. A chain-link fence and gate are now standing where the cutting machinery had been. The gate opens, and a police RV drives in and parks. I wonder what's going to happen. Now I see a police officer trying to handcuff a man. He surprises the man and gets one wrist into the cuffs, but the man struggles and holds his arms straight out. Another officer comes over and helps pull the man's arms together behind his back so he can be cuffed. Another young officer comes over to my table and, in a lightning move, cuffs my wife's hands to the table. He's young, friendly, and very apologetic, explaining that they need to keep witnesses to <something> around for questioning. I put my hands on the table to show I'm cooperating and won't fight, but he doesn't cuff me. Instead, on older officer comes over and starts talking to me almost as an equal and asking my opinion on things. I realize I must be the main character. I make a gaff and he assumes I'm just joking and scolds me, telling me to be serious. Now I see the female lead getting ready for a fancy gathering, wearing a fancy blue dress, and somehow I know this is important to the case.

      Now I'm watching a commercial for a TV show. The guy talking is the main character, though he's addressing the audience directly, talking about what a fool he gets to be on the next episode. The camera is showing him from the waist up, and behind him is an aerial view of a tropical island in a deep blue sea. He uses a couple of strange terms to refer to himself, referencing some other silly show, but I don't know enough about it to understand the references. Now the camera passes him and starts to zoom in on the island. Eventually the perspective is from ground level. The main character is with a bunch of old guys, and they're all lining up their motorcycles in a small front yard. They've all got some piping hooked up near the backs of their motorcycles to shoot water in the air up behind them as they ride, kind of like a speed boat's rooster tails. Even though they're not riding, they've got them turned on, and they're all getting wet. The main character is looking pretty goofy and has a rather long-suffering look on his face. Now the camera cuts to a dog in the street. It's gotten all wet from the bikes, so it prances around for a while, lays down on its side, and sends a stream of urine high in the air in an arc. Everyone laughs even harder and says the dog won.

      Now I'm the main character, and I'm climbing the steps to the house, heading to a party thrown in my honor by a bunch of people I only barely know. I don't really want to go, but I can't very well back out of my own party. I go through the outer door, through a small laundry room, and out into a kitchen. I see my paternal grandparents and instantly know I'm dreaming, since they've been dead for many years. I hug my grandfather, wave to my grandmother, then look at them a bit, enjoying their presence. They both look really (really) old and, though spry, also look very sickly with pale, age-spotted skin. *I decide to try to fly and focus my efforts on soaring into the air. The only thing that happens is a feeling of a slight "shift." Oh well.

      Now I "wake up" and find myself in the same living room, but with all the people gone. I remember that my wife and I are house-sitting for friends, and I feel bad about how everything looks. I go hunting for paper towels, but every roll I find - in the kitchen, in the utility room, in the bathroom - has exactly one sheet left. I finally get a grocery plastic bag and a length of toilet paper and return to clean up the mess. I notice that there's a bit of water coming down from the ceiling, but I ignore it for the moment. The toilet paper is single ply stuff, so it doesn't work well, and by the time I'm done it's squashed into something the size of a marble.

      Now I hear someone yelling something from the second story. Now there's something about a fish and what a struggle it was to reel it in. I look over and see a strange fish, very flat and angular (as if it were cut out of a piece of wood and painted) sitting on a small table nearby. My wife comes over and I show it to her, explaining how it got here - something about the guy upstairs. Initially, I hadn't thought it had any usable meat on it, but on second thought I think it does.


      Monster in town
      I'm in an unfurnished house with someone else talking about the monster that's recently invaded the town. We're trying to figure out what to do - maybe hide in a closet, or maybe barricade the doors. Now a police woman is talking to the townspeople, letting them know that the monster has been defeated but that the police have decided that all female officers must quit.

      *
      Fragment: I'm at a concert. Two guys are singing - The Rock and someone else - and they're having mic problems. The Rock's singing is much better than I'd expected. *
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , memorable
    4. Vortex

      by
      gab
      , 10-09-2016 at 12:26 PM (Turquoise Dreams)
      Last night bed 9pm - 4am

      Lots of dreams, but didnt remember them even when I woke up twice during night.

      DR
      A classic horizontal vortex had formed in one of the rooms. Me and my brother are telling mom and dad that we are going and they should come with us. It's an opportunity of a lifetime. The don't want to go with us.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    5. [09-10-2016]

      by , 10-09-2016 at 09:30 AM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      It was a sunny summer day. I was standing outside my house, talking with younger sister. Then an older sister appeared, gave me some cheese and a grate and told me to grate the cheese. I went to a bench and table we have outside and started grating the cheese with younger sister. When we done it, I took a metal bar out of my pocket and said "We need to grate that too!" And started grating it, filings of iron falling on the cheese. We took that inside the house and gave that to sister. She was mad for that metal and told me to clean it out of the cheese.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. Beard trimming mishap

      by , 10-08-2016 at 08:56 PM
      Beard trimming mishap
      I'm in my bathroom shaving. I look into the mirror and realize that, instead of using my normal beard trimmer attachment, I've been using something much shorter. I've already been running it through the beard under my chin, and the parts I've trimmed are way too short. I'm not sure what to do. At first, I consider running this piece (I don't even recognize it) through the rest of my beard to give it a uniform, very close-cropped look, since I've often thought that looks good; but the bits of the beard that are already trimmed are too short even for that. I decide to switch attachments and shave off most of the beard below by chin, leaving me with just the goatee on my face and a "cap" on and just barely under my chin. I carry out this plan; but when I look into the mirror I find that I've shaved off everything. I realize that can't be right, since I never went above my lip, so I look again, more carefully, and see that my mustache is still there. I realize it really doesn't help me, though, since my wife doesn't like the look of a mustache without a beard along with it, so I resign myself to shaving it off, too. I'll just have to grow the whole thing back soon and hope it doesn't look funny for too long.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. Unbound Human

      by , 10-08-2016 at 08:35 PM (Cinder's Dreams Gallery)
      Me and two other humans were captured by soldiers from another reality. They were gruff and rough, but their extreme care with us suggested that we were important prisoners. They look like Imperial drones, except that they were human-sized, more regularly jagged, and reddish. They each have one glowing, robotic yellow eye in the middle of their face.

      One of the prisoners, an old man, slipped from his bonds and in this reality transformed into an eldritch horrir. Me and the other prisoner was evacuated as the entities fought the monster with their form of guns. Our guards locked us in a spacious bunker, telling us that we'll be locked up in here until they deal with the monster, or reinforcement arrive. They told us that there were food and facilities in the bunker so that we will not go wanting. All in all, they were a lot nicer than most military guards, and they were faceless ersatz horrors from another world.

      I drifted in and out of sleep, and I felt the need to pee. I recall finding the toilet in the bunker, and I did reality checks and realized that I was dreaming. I woke up and I wanted to go pee, and before I could get up to use the toilet I was back in my dream again, being caught off-guard I was non-lucid and used the toilet. Luckily I didn't pee myself in real life!
    8. Buddhas and Wario

      by , 10-08-2016 at 08:19 PM (Cinder's Dreams Gallery)
      I was sightseeing through a rustic-modern, asian-feeling neighborhood. We walked through a dusty dark shrine, filled in shapes of buddha statues in the darkness, made out of brassy, coppery, dark metal. There was a multitude of them, some of them seemed to be fused together. An unknown acquaintance was accompanying me, and they prayed to the statues. I did not pray, but as the sound of the prayer resonated with the metal it produced an unearthly echo that sent a chill down my spine, prompting me to pray as well.

      We moved on to an arcade, where familiar but also unknown people are there. There was a computer there and I showed them a 'glitched level' where I play as Wario in a 2D platformer navigating a procedural-looking cavern that reminds me of the Ice zone in Spelunky, but with trees and unknown sunlight from above. The graphics were modern but not 3D.
    9. [10-10-2016]

      by , 10-08-2016 at 09:40 AM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      I was in school at a PE lesson. It was a sports hall in my old school, there were only free people present, all of them from my current class. One dude was kinda annoying and I avoided him when I could. Second dude pushed me and I slid on the floor shouting "Weeee!". Later on I for some reason drove with that annoying dude somewhere. He dropped me by his house and asked me to open a roadblock. I did it and he drove away.
    10. 16-10-07 Sick on Mars, Bus Rampage, Monsters & Murder

      by , 10-08-2016 at 04:41 AM
      I'm on Mars, with several other astronauts. We're actually wearing space suits this time. I got sick, because of a disease that was typical to space travel, and Mars in particular. I had diarrhea. I was sitting with my back against a rock, feeling miserable. I actually sh*t myself. There were several escape pods lined up not too far away. Small rocket-propelled craft that, when activated, could carry one passenger back to Earth automatically. I felt terrible, but didn't want to be the first to turn back.

      Forgotten dream that took place abroad somewhere?

      I was driving a bus like a complete maniac. I had to dodge the pumps of a gas station at some point. After this, I was stranded (next to a highway? near a sewage tunnel?) and separated from the others (my mom and others?). We had plans to go out for dinner. I also recall being in a school at night, in the pitch black. I don't remember what I did there. Then there was a young woman (I think she was called Kate). She was dressed in "punk" style, and had short hair and piercings. I told her she reminded me of "Christine Aguilera". I thought she was hot.

      I'm in a garage. I exit into a very large, very dark room (reminds me of a parking garage). It was so dark, I could not see the walls in the distance. From the darkness, several creatures, monsters - attack. They came from all corners of the room. What exactly happened next, I don't remember. But I think I murdered someone by throwing one of the monsters at them. The monster then killed them. I don't know who the victim was. I think I vaguely recall two children sitting on the ground? Girls? Anyway... suddenly, Kelsey Moody (a guy I've met several times at a cryonics meetup) showed up, and started threatening us (suddenly, I was with some other guy). He had seen what we had done, and would make sure we would suffer the consequences of our crimes. My "partner in crime" was Dave Franko, the actor who plays the guy from 'Nerve' (the movie). When Kelsey had left, I said to Dave that we could either kill him, travel back in time and not do this at all, or we'd be fucked.

      I remember seeing a suit of armor. That's it. A hypnagogic vision.
    11. 7 October 2016: Boomhauer?

      by , 10-08-2016 at 02:57 AM
      Somehow I dreamed I was Boomhauer from King of the Hill and I was in a junkyard-like place and someone/something which could move junk cars around was after me. I was scared and tried to hide. That didn't work.

      Note: I think it's feedback to me and it more or less means I should stop thinking like Boomhauer as much E.G. no girl chasing even though I haven't done so I felt as if I was going like that.

      EDIT: Also dreamed of going down to the basement as myself and one or two of the steps was/were missing. I then saw a rat which ran off.

      21 October 2017 Edit: At a later date I had a dream that I feel heavily implied that I shouldn't part out cars.

      Updated 10-21-2017 at 06:56 AM by 61868

      Categories
      non-lucid , side notes
    12. Life happened

      by , 10-08-2016 at 01:10 AM
      Had really clear dreams but then life happened & I had to deal w/ it so this is all I've got because I didn't have a chance to record them. Sigh. That's okay, there's always tomorrow!
      Tags: clear, side notes
      Categories
      non-lucid , side notes
    13. Soldiers and pools, busses and farms, walls and guests

      by , 10-07-2016 at 09:38 PM
      Soldier in a pool and bus at a farm
      A soldier-looking guy is in an indoor swimming pool, dressed in swim shorts, fending off a bunch of people attacking him. He's near one end of the pool, keeping his back to it. He's able to keep three at bay for a while, but eventually he gets overwhelmed. I'm standing by the pool about 10 feet away.

      Now I'm walking down the hallway leading away from the pool. I've mostly dripped dry, but I'm still a bit wet, and I realize that I forgot my towel. I hope I don't get my clothes too wet. As I think this, I look to my left and see a towel rack exactly like the one in my bathroom, and I realize it has my brown towel on it. I realize that there's no way it's actually my towel - it has to belong to someone else (after all, I forgot my towel) and they just have the same towel that I do. Now I'm at the end of another hallway. A bench is to my right, and I'm looking through my bag. I see something that I think may be mine, but someone nearby claims it.

      Now I'm on the second floor of an open-air double-decker bus. I'm sitting on the right-hand side, about half way back, looking over the green landscape. I have a moment of doubt that I may have forgotten to get changed before I left the pool, but I don't actually look at myself to check.

      Now we're running parallel to another road. I see what looks like a very oddly-built bus: it's supported on 3 "legs," each of which is tipped with a wheel. The legs are all on the front half of the bus, but it's going rapidly in reverse. I can't imagine how it doesn't fall over - there's no way it can be balanced, especially not when it's going the wrong direction. I mention how strange it is to someone near me.

      Now we're headed up a driveway. The pavement is very narrow - possibly too narrow for our bus - and it slopes slightly up. The ground on the left slopes up with it, but the ground on the right slopes down, away from it. The bus is staying to the left, possibly even a little off the driveway, and I think the driver's made the right choice. At the top of the driveway is a closed gate. It's not very sturdy, but it has razor wire across the top. We're not slowing down as we approach the gate, and I get concerned. The razor wire is at about the same height I am, and I don't want to get thrown into it. I start to call a warning to the driver, but it's too late. We plow straight through the gate and come to a stop just inside.

      A farmer - with a dog running at his side - comes running to see what the commotion is. When he sees an animal (maybe a mule?) wander in from outside the gate, he starts to run faster. It tries to escape further inside but the farmer manages to catch it.


      Having a guest over
      I'm on my bed in "my bedroom". As I look around, I see that the walls are in terrible shape. At best, they're bare drywall, but most of the wall is damaged. Some of it looks like it's melted, and other patches are completely gone and expose a strange honeycomb pattern behind. Even the good looking walls still seem slightly odd, and I realize they're sticky - they're probably melting too, just more slowly than the rest of the room.

      Now I'm in a living/dining area. We've got guests, so two tables are out. I'm with my family at the smaller table near the kitchen; our extended family, plus another guest, are at a larger table which has one end near my table and which extends out into the living room. The guest is right in the middle of the table, and there's something visually distinctive about him.

      Now I'm in the kitchen pouring myself more wine. I pour what I think is a good sized glass of white wine, but when I look at it again I realize there's not even half a cup, so I pour more. I suddenly realize that white wine is supposed to be served chilled, and I have no idea if this bottle was chilled or not. Oh well, it'll taste good either way.

      Now I'm sitting at my computer. I reflect that I've recently ordered new glasses and I can't wait until they arrive. Now I'm working with Notes, sorting my inbox. Our guest is watching over my shoulder and asks about a couple of columns at the far left. I explain that the leftmost column is Followup and that I don't know what the column next to it is. He asks why both columns have many flags set if I don't use them, and I explain that Notes has rules that automatically flag certain emails, but I just ignore the flags. I'm curious now, so I poke around for a minute to try to identify the second column, but I can't figure it out. Part of the problem is that Notes has started misbehaving - large areas of the screen have gone white and won't redraw themselves. I decide to kill and restart it. The guy says he normally starts it in <something>. I'm not familiar with that and ask for more details.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    14. Fragments after The Sea of Mist

      by , 10-07-2016 at 09:25 PM (Cinder's Dreams Gallery)
      I woke up and wrote down my dream earlier. Since it was my day off and I was sleepy, I went to bed again. I had a few fragments, but most of them were too vague to write down.

      I recall being antagonized by a loudmouthed man in a wifebeater as I sat in a blue metal chair and blue metal table at a food cart on the street (these are common in Thailand), at night, with a few other people around sitting on the chairs and eating. (I think it was a food cart? I recall working on a painting and I recall people eating food.)

      I recall having a false awakening where I didn't bother getting up, which was why I didn't perform my reality checks. I was in a bed, which presumably was big, and back in my mom's city apartment, cuddling with her. I dozed off within the dream.
    15. The Sea of Mist

      by , 10-07-2016 at 09:18 PM (Cinder's Dreams Gallery)
      I recall something about being controlled by a disembodied voice that tells me what to do. I discover the source of the voice to be a radio on a table in the middle of a desert.

      Then my dream transitioned to me being in a... bathroom? with people from my elementary school, except we're all our current age now. We talk about sex and fellatio and he talked about attractive people and I was mad that I wasn't mentioned. There were stickers on the floor, with a name and serial number. One of them had "Femboy" written on it as the name. They thought I was underage but I told them I'm over 18.

      My dream transitioned to me controlling a space ship with my keyboard, with the SHIFT key moving the ship up and the CLTR key lowering the ship. The sky was dusty, the pale yellow-brown color of a misty sunrise. There was a sea of fog, and we landed on a crumbly, black patch of land that was the mouth of an active volcano. A family lived on it and they approached us.