side notes

I didn't put a lot of effort into recall today.

I did attempt a WILD after 6 hours of sleep. I wanted to test whether it was better for me to do one with the WBTB or to do them separate. The verdict remains to keep them separate. I didn't slip into HI at all! Although I did experience some intense SP, complete with shaking, flashing lights behind my eyelids and even some noises... I tried floating and rolling and visualizing and after all that, I was still awake.

Verdict: Better for me to split them up. I prefer having the HI and just working on the balancing act between sleep and consciousness.

July 24, 2010
Another crap McDonalds dream
I recall working with the hashbrowns again, at McDonalds, and Maxwell (ex-bf) being there.

I sat in the back seat to the right. My mom sat on the left side and my dad probably at the driver's seat to the left. It was pretty dark outside. My brother was in the car too I think. We stopped next to a girl/woman which was a mess. I opened my door and asked her if she needed help. She didn't respond. I noticed her hands were tied behind her back with some cheap wire. She was a mess. Then a crazy man ran to us and I figured she had been raped and had fled. The man was bald and totally nuts. He looked kind of like a Nazi and he had a knife or some weapon. I think my brother and dad ran out to distract him. They ran in a circle behind the car.
I acted. My mom didn't do a thing. I climbed over her and then jumped into the driver's seat. I managed to get the car going. I drove left and turned so I faced the mad man. He ran towards me. I drove forward and he bounced up on the windshield and landed on the roof.

The next dream was set at the same place. Will and I were going to take a bus (I've been at his place on "Öland" for a week and we took the bus.) but we realized that very late. There was a big stair like in Rocky when he trains and then the bus was between two small hills with trees on. We saw the bus and Will said like "Isn't that our bus?" and I was like "Yeah, shit!" and we ran. I did something with my feet so I could "slide" down the stairs and then I gained a lot of momentum so I "flew" over a big table down the stairs and then I had to turn right to the bus. Will made it there before me so we were safe.

I also had a cool first person CS game with some friends. It wasn't really CS but it was awesome. They were much more experienced than me. I did something awesome though. I balanced a thing which was going to crush you in the beginning (hard to explain) and ran with that thing. Like walking with a ladder. I looked like a transformer. Well a lot of pretty cool and strange fighting scenes. I had a cool knifing fight.
I told one of the guys earlier that I had dreamed about him and that he had been awesome in the dream (not sex). I had that dream a couple of days earlier and he had sat in a corner of a aircraft and shot like 6 people in the head with a pistol. Then I told him that in this dream...
Later in the CS dream I was going to remake the game but I was too noobish. Another game started. It was Diablo related. It told a story and it was really lame but still cool that I created it (It was pictures with speech). It was a little boy and his father talking. The father told the little boy that he could play high up in a tree or something. The boy said that mom didn't want him to play up there. The father told him it would be their secret. The boy smiled and climbed up. Then in the next picture he was all like he had been dead for 20 years(zombie) and was hanging by the throat between two branches. His mom and dad were the same and his mother became demon like and had claws. She raged and and turned the father into a beast. A werewolf. That's how the werewolves lore played out in my mind.

OMG I haven't had any worthwhile dreams lately. I had one where I was skydiving and I landed in front of my grandma's house... One where I was outside and went down some stone steps in pitch black darkness on stilts made of toilet paper tubes and I found a laptop computer when I made it down the stairs... and a bunch more that I don't even remember. My memory for my dreams has been pretty shitty lately. I'm not really stressed out or anything but school has started back a few weeks ago so maybe I just don't have room in my brain for dreaming *and* remembering them. We'll see.

OK, I remember last night's dream. I was at the Superbowl, but I don't think I was supposed to be there. I was on the bottom level and it was all indoors. There were different rooms and I kept looking into them. I found one and it was right on the fifty yard line. The Bears were playing (they're my favorite team). It was like a conference room and there were people in suits all over the place. I sat down at a table and a guy in a suit offered me a slice of pizza. I wasn't interested in the pizza and the guy in the suit told me that if I wanted anything I should ask the waiter and I could have anything I wanted... there was no menu or anything. I said I wanted a quesadilla. After looking around the room for a while, one side was just a solid window that was like right where the action was, the waiter came back with my quesadilla. I don't remember much else.

Cant wait for all your other dreams!

finally got my big book of dreams filled to the brim time to write.

i forgot all about my online DJ and I am sorry DreamViews

I know from memory that these dreams were longer than I can actually remember. I'm sure all of you know this feeling as it is one of the many frustrations that accompany dream recall. At any rate, I had to distinct dreams last night and here they are:

Trip to Chicago:

My family decides to go to Chicago on a family trip. My mom, dad, sister, and friend pile into our family truck and we put all of our baggage in the bed of the truck. It is night when we leave. We were suddenly pulling up to a lavish hotel in the middle of Chicago. We go in the front door and ascend a grand staircase covered in red carpet. The interior of the hotel is extremely colorfully decorated with lots of greens and reds. We find our room and it was spacious and very nice. (I know there was some activity in Chicago we did but I just can't remember it as hard as I try) The next thing I know I'm walking up stairs outside onto the balcony of our hotel room. I get my bags and descend the staircase. Suddenly, I am back home.

Pick up Rugby Game:

For some reason my sister is taking me to school in her car. I "know" it's my school and it looks like an enlarged version of my junior high school. I enter the main gym and start playing a weird game with my classmates. We are all lined up in two parallel lines that form a tunnel. Then one person runs down the tunnel and low fives everyone. Then the "runner" ball taps a random person in line. That person is the new "runner". I thought it was a lame game and wanted to leave. I saw my sister leaving but I couldn't catch up to her. For some reason she left with my dad instead of the car she came in and she had my wallet and keys with her. So I was stuck at the school with a car but no wallet or keys. I call my dad and ask him where he is and tell him I need my wallet and keys. He tells me he is north of Nora (an area by Indianapolis) and I proceed to walk there. I trek along the highway and get off at the Nora exit. I can't find my dad but I do end up in some sort of ghetto area. It is very shady and I'm getting nervous when I see some older guys throwing around a rugby ball on an old beat up basketball court. I go over and start passing the ball with them. They tell me they want to play basketball so I grab the basketball and kick it into a forest. Then the basketball court turns into a rugby field and my whole high school rugby team is there playing rugby. We play a game against another team. (I don't remember if we win or not I really vividly remember a kickoff I caught though).

OMG. So finally I wore myself out completely after running errands all day yesterday. When I went to bed, I was telling myself that I would remember my dreams over and over like a mantra and more often recently I've been looking at my hands and telling myself to remember to do that in my dreams. From the lucids I've had already, it's not the realizing that I'm dreaming that I was having trouble with that I need to do RCs all the time, it's the stabalizing that I need to work on, and I know looking at your hands helps. Also when I was falling asleep I thought about the nature of dreaming in general and that I'm a whole person in my dreams and I never really have gotten the chance to realize that in a lucid. Ugh. I better add goals to my signature. Anyway, I had another lucid last night!! YAY!!

The Skank is at my House

We were in a house that doesn't exist IRL and the skank went out the window to smoke a cigarette. I crawled out the window and sat on the roof with her.

The Lucid Bookstore and the Dorm Room

I'm at the bookstore that I work at and I am walking through the area where the textbooks are kept. I keep seeing money everywhere, just little piles of cash, sometimes change. I'm picking it up and I take a look at the bills and they're not your typical denominations, they're like $4 bills and stuff. This makes me realize that I must be dreaming, so I become lucid. The first thing I do is get a sense of myself and look at my hands. Then I look up and walk out of the bookstore and into a college campus. There are people walking to a dorm building and I follow them. I open the door and go up several flights of stairs following this one guy to his room. In his room he has some beakers on his desk like from a chemistry set. As I was going to ask him to remove his clothes (just to see if I could while I was lucid) I lost lucidity.

I think so far that's the longest I've been lucid.

REM Rebound last night was kinda epic. I really don't know where to begin.

I just wish I fully recalled my lucid. Actually it'd be nice to have full recall of all 10+ dreams. . .

I'll see what I can do about an entry later tonight, but did anyone see me in dreams last night, perchance?

UGH! School started this week and my sleep has been soooo offffff. I'm only remembering fragments here and there, not really even worthy of posting. Ex:

a spider spinning a web that resembles puzzle pieces, working at an ice cream shop, being in a huge tent during a rainstorm at night, closing a door that wouldn't sit right in its frame.

I'm hoping that once I get back into the groove of the semester my stress level will reduce and I will be having better dreams. wish me luck!

My dreams haven't been as vivid as they usually are over the past few days. I don't know why. I'm not stressed out or anything, I'm getting plenty of sleep. I hope my body and my brain figures it all out.

Car Wreck Cops

I'm at a post office I think. I'm in line behind a man at the counter who has sheets and sheets of stamps. Just like a huge stack of them. All different designs and different values. He's just trying to mail three letters and put some stamps on them. I pointed out to him that he should use the smallest denominations first to get rid of them.

He leaves and it's almost my turn at the counter and four police officers walk into the building. I look down at the floor and see that I have a grocery bag full of fireworks at my feet!!! I'm sure I don't want to get caught with this. The cops point at me and tell me to come with them. I leave the bag of fireworks and go out the door with them.

We get outside and we're in the covered entry way to the building. It's maybe thirty feet long and the parking lot is to the side and at the end of the entryway. I see a couple of guys walking towards the parking lot. It's night. I look into the parking lot and don't see my car where it was parked. The cops tell me that my car got wrecked and they took it away on a tow truck. I ran to the guys walking away. I grabbed one of them by the collar and demanded he tell me what happened. He didn't understand English and he was Asian. I was mostly mad because my camera and my ipod were in the car, along with the rest of the fireworks.

Last night I watched the Golden Globe Awards. I think that's why I had this dream.

I just remember a little bit... I was getting text messages from and interviewing celebrities. No one in particular that I recall. I was exhausted when I went to bed, so I bet that's why my recall was not so good.

I forgot to mention this in my other entry, but last night was probably ranked pretty high on my imaginary "List of Weird Nights." I woke up pretty much every hour starting at midnight, and each time I was convinced that I was a priestess from some kind of cult or coven. I would then proceed to roll and tumble around on my bed for a few minutes before drifting back to sleep. Also, though I'm pretty sure there was no third person view, I seem to have had long blue hair.

I walk into a grocery store, and there is a person in all black by the door after I enter. He was wearing a black shirt that said "Free Alpha Wolf and Beta Wolf." I kept walking, and started thinking to myself how weird it was that the person was wearing that shirt.

Then I thought to myself, well, maybe I am dreaming? So I do an RC at the sign where it says "bathrooms." I looked away and looked back, and the sign turned into the letter "m". Looked away and looked back and it turned into symbols. I also noticed when I looked down I didn't have any pants on, just boxers.

"Holy shit, I am dreaming!"

I remember thinking to myself how real it felt, and it was very, very vivid. I decide to try and relax and to explore my environment for a while before I decided to do a transformation. So, I walk into the bathroom and start to look around.

As I am heading down this hallway, the weight of the entire dream shifted to one side. Then right as I gained my balance and got up, the weight shifted to the other side. All of a sudden I started freaking out. For some reason I figured that while I was in this dream, I was in my car driving, and that was why my weight started to shift from side to side in my dream.

I wanted to wake up, I started trying to force myself to wake up by any means possible. I was yelling and punching the mirror, but that only seemed to make things clearer and more lucid ironically. It was a weird feeling, because I never wanted to get out of a lucid before this, and it felt like I was genuinely stuck in the dream world.

I decided to just relax and calm down. I figured if I was stuck in a lucid dream, might as well take advantage of it. So, I continued down the hall way looking around.

When I turn the corner, I see that it is a guys dressing room for like a gym. I recognized some of the faces, and it was a little awkward.

"This has got to change." I said out loud to myself, "The next corner I turn, this dressing room will turn into a ladies dressing room."

Sure enough, around the next bend the room was filled up with extremely attractive women getting dressed and undressed.

I said out loud, "Now this is more like it."

starting to feel a tad perverted, I decided to leave it behind and continue on to explore. On the wall of the ladies dressing room was a hand dryer with some words on it,and I decided to make another reality check with it. I looked away and looked at it again. The words above the dryer then turned into some symbols. Did it again, the words turned into letters in no particular order. I finally did it one more time and the words spelled out "droy dinosaurs."
I thought it was hilarious so I crept closer to the words and made a mental note to make sure and remember it to write in my dream journal when I woke up.

I think that making this mental note actually kick-started me into waking up. I started to feel my body in my bed, and I completely forgot to recover it by spinning or rubbing my hands.

Note: Finally! Didn't end up doing what I really wanted in the dream, but at least it is an end of a dry spell for me.

Non dream|nonlucid|lucid

It's just barely my birthday. I decided to take a short nap.

I lay for a while, body starts twitching, vibrating all over. I start seeing random partial scenes, still unsure as to whether I'm 'far enough in yet' to start building. I try, just a little, to move my body. I'm in SP. Feel like my fingers weigh a ton. Okay, I think, so I'm good to go. I stare into the darkness. Ask myself what I should be doing. Show me something useful. Remind me what to do. Ah! A lightbulb comes over my head. I've never flown. I guess I'll try it. I'm not sure what else to do with myself. I've tried 'flying' before but I just ended up jumping really high, wasn't trying hard enough. Well, here goes. I stand straight and insist that I'm 'like a bullet fired up from the ground'.

Well, I flew alright- STRAIGHT UPWARD. I start SHOOTING into space, weaving between asteroids and past planets. I see Jupiter and Saturn go by. I start going faster and faster, and I'm starting to freak out because the speed is causing 'wind resistance' as I cut through friggen space, and the roaring of it is making my ears hurt really bad. (Wtf.) I say to myself hey, it doesn't matter. It's just a dream. It's not like my ears 'actually hurt'. I try to ignore it. The pain just ramps up.

I feel my head start lolling to the side, sliding down the pillow.

The pain has gotten intolerable. I sigh and stop, floating in space. The ROARing in my ears still continues like I've got the meanest invisible earbuds playing static on max volume. It's like some kind of glitch is happening and I'm still 'hearing wind resistance' even though I'm stationary- and what's worse, it's *in* my ears, not coming from somewhere else.

I feel my hand now also begin to slide off the couch. My body begins to follow it, slowly rolling down onto the floor.

I try to do my usual 'hand crank in the air to turn down the volume'. The volume won't go down. I begin to wonder if something in WL is causing this. The pain doesn't stop. I start to lose my concentration. I feel my center of gravity get all jacked up, like my body is being flipped over.

I hear the halfglass of water and box of tissues get knocked off the foot of the couch by my feet as I roll over and fall, on my back, onto the floor. I lay there for a while, completely still, wondering if I can just keep dreaming regardless. I keep my eyes closed and focus on the planets I'd just seen move by. No dice. I open my eyes and start trying to move, but I'm still coming out of sleep paralysis. (For me, trying to move during sleep paralysis feels BADONG and uncomfortable- like a turd going back up your ass when you're trying to pinch one off.) I lay there for a while with my eyes barely open, unmoving. I look over and see that I've somehow overturned the couch while falling. Sigh.

I wrench myself out of it and get up, to set the couch back upright again. I start clearing the table and cleaning the house like I should've been in the first place. I am grouchy now. The couch is heavier than I expected, I start putting all my weight into shoving it. HRRGHHH

Realize the 'HURGH' discomfort is coming from my body, still in SP, still trying to move. I see the livingroom light behind my eyelids now. I'm awake. I lay there for a while to make sure I'm out of it before I start moving. I get up. DRAT.

NOTES: In the FA, there were several things that should have indicated it wasn't WL, that I failed to notice: 1. I was in my exboyfriend's flannel robe. I went to sleep in a pair of shorts. 2. THE COUCH WAS SIDEWAYS. No matter how hard a 125lb person 'falls off' a 6foot couch, the couch does *not* 'flip over' from the sheer force of them falling off while sleeping. Wtf. 3. I ONLY 'fall off the bed' during FA's! I've only fallen off the bed 'for real' ONE TIME when I was a kid. How would I be 'sliding off the 'bed' during SP?! Derp. 4. The livingroom light was off, and the lamp was on- so it was dark. In WL I'd left all the lights on.