false awakening

I think the overall idea of this dream is that I was going in and out of consciousness and explaining elements of my dreams to... Someone I was sharing a bed with? Documentary style??? One such element was a modification of either dph or heroin popular in the 4chan trans community that made the user hear an ominous text to speech voice followed by a feeling of intense dread and paralysis. The greek goddess Artemis herself took control of my body after I woke up, sat at the edge of the bed, turned on the lights, grasped her head and expressed grief and righteous parental concern at the idea of anyone doing that to herself. A lot of this part of the dream involved strategically looking at nothing and smothering my face in darkness so as to reduce the effect. At some other point after I fell back asleep in the dream, I was at what was supposedly the watt/I-80 station dropping off/making sure a housemate was alright to get where she needed to be. I told her of the similarities this scene had to the last dream, although the last dream was a nightmare and my housemate had a legit knife instead of a butter knife in her hand. We were overlooking a lake on a bridge. After taking the elevator down and avoiding eye contact with anything not directly in front of me, I hop onto the train back to... Watt/I-80? The point is I was taking the blue line back to the station near my house (which isn't that one). A fare inspector came by despite my expectation that since it was so early in the morning I'd be off the hook. He looked like my second year community college sociology professor and I noted the gorgeous frozen lake sunset scenery just as my zip pass randomly got deleted. He told me I had to get off and I said that was fine because this was my next stop. What should have been Watt/I-80 West or the one before that was "West Antarctic Station". I got off at a frozen riverbank where no train tracks appeared to be present. The river opened into the same gorgeous lake I pointed out to the fare inspector and I was officially stranded while waiting for the next train.

My girlfriend was in this dream somewhere at some point but I couldn't tell you where. There were also points in the dream where I got off at a bus stop at a corner store near an intersection in an otherwise nature-y area.

I was ordering takeout with my fiance. His mom was there who I quite do not like irl and so I simply told her "I haven't seen you in a while". Eventually morning came and we were still waiting on the sushi. Someone else we were with opted to order pizza, and so we were waiting for pizza as well. The place we were in was unfamiliar but it looked nice, albeit somewhat like a display in a store with how large the front window looking out onto the alley we were in was.

Next, I was in the bay area trying to locate the nearest practice space so my band could start doing stuff. Everyone else was there already and at first I was doing okay but eventually I found myself lost on the peninsula and was turned around quite a bit. I got help from the owner of a chinese restaurant that I promised I'd come back to afterwards and I was able to use their wifi. While trying to locate the studio in google maps which showed quite an odd version of the bay area and adjacent landmasses, I overheard a chinese woman talking to the owner, saying she was surprised she still remembered english. Afterwards I thanked them and was on my way towards geary street, which in the dream extended quite far down past san francisco. However, I found myself instead inside someone's incredibly poorly lit house. I found pieces of writing on the ground/on furniture and walls and pieces of paper that suggested that the person whose house I was in was an actor and eventually I found myself in the middle of my childhood kitchen. I hugged my grandma, who resembled more closely a stereotypical russian grandma and had an emotional moment with her where I said I felt bad that she probably always saw me as my mom's kid, which she seemed somewhat offended by in a "I would never see you like that" way before disappearing and leaving me in the kitchen. I gained lucidity when I realized that there's no way I could actually even be in this house anymore and I grabbed a small axe to defend myself before waking myself up and placing the hatchet on my computer desk. That being said I can tell you safely that I have never had an axe or hatchet of any kind so I don't know what that was about because it's certainly not there right now. It felt as if there was no clean transition between dreaming and wakefulness.

(At some point in a vaguely remembered separate fragment, I was discussing working with Set with someone I think)

I was ordering takeout with my fiance. His mom was there who I quite do not like irl and so I simply told her "I haven't seen you in a while". Eventually morning came and we were still waiting on the sushi. Someone else we were with opted to order pizza, and so we were waiting for pizza a well. The place we were in was unfamiliar but it looked nice, albeit somewhat like a display in a store with how large the front window looking out onto the alley we were in was.

Next, I was in the bay area trying to locate the nearest practice space so my band could start doing stuff. Everyone else was there already and at first I was doing okay but eventually I found myself lost on the peninsula and was turned around quite a bit. I got help from the owner of a chinese restaurant that I promised I'd come back to afterwards and I was able to use their wifi. While trying to locate the studio in google maps which showed quite an odd version of the bay area and adjacent landmasses, I overheard a chinese woman talking to the owner, saying she was surprised she still remembered english. Afterwards I thanked them and was on my way towards geary street, which in the dream extended quite far down past san francisco. However, I found myself instead inside someone's incredibly poorly lit house. I found pieces of writing on the ground/on furniture and walls and pieces of paper that suggested that the person whose house I was in was an actor and eventually I found myself in the middle of my childhood kitchen. I hugged my grandma, who resembled more closely a stereotypical russian grandma and had an emotional moment with her where I said I felt bad that she probably always saw me as my mom's kid, which she seemed somewhat offended by in a "I would never see you like that" way before disappearing and leaving me in the kitchen. I gained lucidity when I realized that there's no way I could actually even be in this house anymore and I grabbed a hatchet with my left hand to defend myself before waking myself up and placing the hatchet on my computer desk. That being said I can tell you safely that I have never had an axe or hatchet of any kind so I don't know what that was about because it's certainly not there right now. It felt as if there was no clean transition between dreaming and wakefulness.

(At some point in a vaguely remembered separate fragment, I was discussing working with Set with someone I think)

It starts out in an apartment, presumably around the Arden-north highlands area by the look of it. I was with a various group of people when a bullet crashes through the window. Me and everyone else get down in an attempt to save ourselves as we figure out the hitman's target. Turns out it's this woman who was with us. The shooter enters the apartment and I ask why he's doing this. He says it's because she won't reply to him on tumblr, which seems to activate a pity response in everyone, so we hug him and tell him everything is okay.

After that situation settles, I, who for some reason am some heavy set white middle aged trucker dude in this dream, not unlike muscle man's dad from regular show, exit the apartment, climb down the stairs, and realize that in the space between buildings a couple of guy fawkes mask wearing killers are approaching me. Being aware of the dream at this point, I attempt to fly away to the bus stop I was intending to catch, and then I wake up, however I can't completely do so. I lose visual of the dream, but the audio is clear as ever, as well as the sensation of a blond kid pestering me about my wings and how his brother has the same ones.

In the faux waking world, I am in the room of my childhood home at night, dodging various vague figures in the shadows whose existence is merely implied. I try various things, including screaming, singing "bring me to life" by evanescence, which comes out as pathetic whimpering, and hobbling over to the light switch whenever my attempts very briefly succeed enough for me to be semi-conscious. My entire body felt numb but I realized I had leverage whenever I scratched the back of my thigh relatively deeply. In the dream I was in front of a post as I was singing bring me to life while scratching myself, and eventually it works and I finally do wake up. Turns out I was literally just being restrained by my fiance, who was nearly sleeping ON me.

In this dream I was playing a game that had some form of AI in it. It tried to generate and ocean-based Zelda game but since it didn't know how to program NPCs there were just a bunch of dead mermaid Links at the bottom of the ocean. I then woke up and went to the kitchen. It was early in the morning (likely 5PM or before) and my grandma wasn't in a good emotional state. I hugged her for a little while, which resulted in her telling me that she was calling the cops. When I asked why, her only reply was "suicidal war rites". She grabbed a petri dish with remnants of some kind of brown substance while I was begging her not to kill herself. She was about to get something else from the cabinet where we put our cereal until she finally snapped and screamed at me to shut the fuck up.

During the summer, I tend to have very imaginative dreams, but they are often hard to remember. Starting the first night of summer break on the fifth of June, this began happening. Last night, I took two tablets of a dietary supplement containing Choline, a chemical naturally found in the brain that is responsible for cognitive functioning. Choline helped me remember the so-called "summer dream" as I would any other dream.

Me and a few other friends went to a planet that my 8th grade history teacher inhabited. Once we got to his classroom, which was literally just his desk and a shelf with his belongings on it, we had found that he had turned into a baby just to mess with us. Once he turned back, I was given the task of monitoring the planet and I went a little power crazy. The planet was small, so when I fined a person his house and all of his money, he ran away and came back around in less than two seconds, only to realize he could totally afford the fine. I then saw Sans and Papyrus from Undertale and that gave me an idea. I went to my friends and started a large project with them. We then went back to earth to continue it. There was one part where we were all taking a piss and as we all know, on the can is literally the best place to have ideas. I then had a false awakening and woke up in my dream at around 4:30 AM. I grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down the first four words of my dream log down with a thick-tipped black marker in big font that took up ~60% of the first line. As soon as I woke up, I lost any memory of the second part of my dream where we went to earth to work on the project. When I was writing it down in the dream, however, I had full memory of what had happened.

This dream involved me going into other people's dreams by reading their dream logs and then going to bed. The first dream I went into was Mrs. Puff's dream. I was in the middle of a field at night where there was a blue dog turning into a werewolf. I hid in the house that it was in but I was too big to fit in. The next morning I was a cow and in the dog house next to it. I then woke up, read about another dream, had that dream, woke up, and then had one of my dreams. In the dream, I woke up, went downstairs, and I noticed that my grandma was going up to wake me up. Once I got to the kitchen, I remembered reading about an article where lucid dreams would be REALLY realistic. The dream was realistic, but blurry, as if I didn't clear out my eyes at all. I looked at my hand and said "yeah, this is a dream," but I noticed something was wrong. This wasn't just a regular dream, this was the setup for a nightmare. I grew cautious and anxious and saw a vacuum cleaner exiting my grandma's room by itself. I said to my grandma "hey grandma, I'm dreaming," and she responded with "yes...," and then approached me with a sinister grin on her face. There was also a chunk missing from her right cheek, but it wasn't like I could see her mouth, it was instead just a white area. She didn't do anything to me because I had a false awakening and lost lucidity. I then went through a few other dreams, woke up, and noticed just HOW realistic the lucid dream had been, The only difference being that I wasn't bumping into walls in the dream.

I was at a grocery store with my dad or some similar figure. I'm not sure what we were looking for, we were just there. My dad was telling one of the employees something ridiculous. When he said it, the employee's face slowly turned to anger. He then ran out of the store as soon as possible. I went to get something at my house when I noticed there was always one person riding a scooter in the distance. I also noticed the hair in my eyes. I then gained lucidity and said something about my bangs having a use outside of blocking my vision. The person on the scooter then came up to me and asked me to make a penguin who screams like a piano appear out of nowhere. I tried to do it. I don't know if I did, but he was congratulating me as if I did. I then woke up to write about my dream, but the W key didn't work.

What happens when you have a dream when you don't get much sleep? Trust me, it isn't enjoyable.
So last night, I was asleep about an hour after I went to bed when my dog Milo licked me on the face and tried to get on my bed. After that, he left. The only problem with this is that I could NOT go to sleep afterwards. I eventually did go to sleep. Briefly. Anyway, ther dream was very abstract. I was on my bed when my friend K got on my computer. I told him not to do it but he didn't listen. He only replied with "I will push your face onto the bed" and then he did just that with his hand. He relaxed his hand and I decided to close my eyes for some reason. He then began to push so hard that I felt like my head was gonna snap open. I woke up, and then went on my phone to write about the dream. I noticed that there was a song on my phone that wasn't originally there that I decided was my dream. All of a sudden, I couldn't see in front of my and my head was permanently locked looking at the wall to the left of me. I moved a bit, and then I became semi concious. Eventually, I fell back into the dream. This cylce of dreaming and then waking up happened a few times before I decided to move from that spot. I think the reason these dreams were so abstract was because of my slightly decreased sanity in that situation.

Fragment 1: In the beginning of the dream, I was having a dream where I woke up in a green room with a 3D grid of exotic guitar/shamisen/ukelele hybrids. I then woke up, went to the bathroom, and wrote about my dream.

Fragment 2: After that, I had another dream inside the current one where I was walking home from school when some high pitched voiced stopped me and prevented me from moving. I had entered sleep paralysis. I then woke up. I could have used that as a great opportunity for a DILD, but I didn't.

Fragment 3: I had found a new software used for lucid dreaming. Basically, what it did was play music from your favorite band, and that was supposed to set the mood of your dream. I went to this strange place with a lazer gun which was supposed to be a portable version of the device. My friend Who we'll call K, said that he doubted that it worked. I then downloaded the software and an archive of songs. I opened one of the songs, which was this crappy foreign hip hop song, and then my computer went crazy. Things like a random doom level generator having a seisure, random faces in circles popping up near the task bar, and text changing were the common results. I went to the start menu to restart my computer, and there was a search bar that was counting down the time before the ultimate payload attack on my PC. Every time I tried to restart, it closed the start menu. I then woke up.

MAN, this dream had a lot of opportunities.

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here goes nothing...

DREAM ONE : the vampire that said "shootaloo"
AGE 5
The dream opens with a cut-scene where me and my friends are at the store getting ready for Halloween.
I went down anr isle, and saw a candy bar stand designed to look like a vampire. I leave the isle and look back at it. I stared at the isle for a few seconds before the vampire candy bar stand came to life and said "shootaloo," staring directly at the opposite side of the isle. I screamed as loud as i could and ran out of the store. Another cut-scene starts where the vampire chases me. We both run really slow. Eventually, I arrive at a desert-type place where my mom is performing a speech. I run up to her.
"Mom, there is a vampire chasing me!!!" i say. she doesn't seem to care and continues the speech. The vampire then walks up to my mom and asks if he could borrow me for a second. She says yes and all of a sudden i'm at a place with a giant donut-shaped hole in the ground. He tells me some stuff i can't remember and then i wake up.

DREAM TWO(fragment) : a dead sea monkey in a car
AGE 8 (i think)

The dream starts in a cloudy, black-and-white town with a car at the outside of the town. I enter the car and see a dead human-sized sea monkey sitting in the driver's seat. shortly after i wake up to see that my cat knocked over my sea monkeys' container.

DREAM THREE : "oh look, i found a pineapple!"
AGE 7-8
I was in the kitchen just messing around until i decided to look through the front screen-door. I see... something... made out of coconuts that says "oh look i found a pineapple!" and throws it at me through the screen door. I wake up in the dream 4 times with the same outcome: the coconut thing saying "oh look, i found a pineapple" and throwing it in my face.
eventually he isn't there and then i go to my grandma's (now my aunt's) room. There is a baby in the middle of the room that i draw my attention away from, just to see the coconut thing. It says "oh look, i found a pineapple!" and throws it at me.