International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

I was watching 'The Ladies of the Palace' standing near the computer seat. the show background was a room (not the palace room). Consort Kyung grabbed the sheet inside of a cabinet with people's names and their expenditures written in kanji. she laughed viciously as if she achieved something, holding the sheet with one hand high in the air. and I thought or I said

you bitch, Queen's gonna open up the room door and see you in that room in the middle of your little excitement.

Queen did not appear, though. I think Consort Kyung put the sheet back inside of cabinet.

I was watching another show; it was Ergo proxy.. I was bored that Ergo Proxy always end with a nucler-destruction-the-end-of-the-world. I saw white fade-out scenes of Vincent and Re-l. then I saw my River character. he was shouting and jumping all around. and I saw Brief from Panty and Stocking.. he was making a yogurt mixing with some kind of robot.

Nephanim's Dreams

Poor sleep, poor recall.

The Milhazes Effect

I was in a car with Alex Milhazes. He kept criticizing me for everything I did and talking about how much better his life was than mine. When he had to drive, there were no problems. When I had to drive, the car acted of its own will and swerved all over the road. We went back to my parents’ house and played some kind of Mario game. I kept jumping on everyone’s heads to vent my frustration.

End of the Route

I rode a Pace bus to the end of my usual route. Surprisingly, the mall was actually on North Avenue. I thought it was weird that the route curved around and went back east after passing Nicole’s house. For future reference, I reminded myself not to take the bus this far.

Thebeastofold's Dream



Fragments again unfortunately...



I was sitting an auditorium in my old Jr high school waiting for a movie to start.....



i was in complete pitch black and i was messing with something in my hand...i have no idea what it was...



I was walking down a street somewhere and staring at a burning cloud in the sky...a little cloud shaped flame slowly crossing the sky......and wishing i had my camera....

I am with some friends in the city preparing to get high. Then a boy came that I suspected he was working for the police. He asked us if we will smoke something , but I said no. He still was trying to give us some weed, but I saw a hippie-like bus, with the colours of the rainbow parked in the street. I went in and saw it was very long and in the middle was something, but I cannot recall what. when I turned around I was in a factory, and someone shouted that I was making noise. Then an old actor from my country asked me why I am doing this. I am now on a golf course, and remember something about a mark near me, and telling that actor he is wrong. he started acting wierd then I woke up

Pichulick's Dream

I was at the entry of my block and on the benches was me and my future college friends. we were at a class with my highschool math teacher. He was teaching in English. He was talking so fast that I couldn't understand him, so I started to look back at another block because on it was the text in English.
A friend of mine popped out of nowere.
Then I was in an restaurant. I wanted to get out but couldn't find the exit. I saw some stairs and saw a door on top. I thought: "this is like a dream-like scenario, better concentrate on it" but didn't became lucid.
I arrived back in the restaurant, where were lots of people. I tried to pass next to a girl, then she saluted me! she was an colleague from highschool. She was a bartender. I left the place and fount the exit. It had two ways. I took the left one.
Now I am in a street, looking at a gypsy-teen pushing a cart. I left the place then came back at her because I realised my hoodie was near her. I took it and went away in fear that I got fleas from her.
I arrived at an intersection and I saw an boy from highschool in a car. Then I saw my dad with coloured bow and arrows. I left the area and got near my block, at a park with swings. I saw two friends across the street and we started fighting with snowballs.

Vesterguard's Dream

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

26-09-11Again planned on doing a wbtb, but this is just not the technique for me unless it happens naturally, which it does quite a lot. My recall has taken a dip, like a massive dip. I only remember forgetting more dreams than actually recalling them.

My intentions were same as before, decide what to do once I am awake during the wbtb. I only managed to think of Chichén Itzá firmly a couple of times. Anyways here goes.

“Mountain temple, in my honour”

The dreams starts out in birds eye perspective and I am looking at the mountains. In the midst of all the dark grey cliff tops covered in snow there is this temple to me, it looks a lot like La Sagrada Famila and there is a small city below.

I was a warlord or deity/demigod. I had constructed a temple high in the mountains. Some of the walls leading up to the main temple building from the city below looked a bit like the artwork of the original front entrance of La Sagrada Familia. The walls kept growing longer and longer throughout the dream.

Below the temple there was a city that I had constructed and continued to develop through the course of the dream. The houses were mainly constructed out of brick walls though it looked crude and pelleted and less like actual masonry.

I am walking through the city trying to find a spot where I can build more homes. The way this works is by me finding a piece of wall and trying to put down a house where I want it to be constructed. I am walking under this bridge, I think I have a brief moment where I think to myself that it is completely illogical that the bridge is where it is. The bridge means that there are only a few selected places where I can put down the housing. The invisible plan I am dragging around for the house lights up in blue when I find a suitable area.

I can only put two or three rows of housing under the bridge and I abandon the idea and start walking out in the city again. I then look up and realise that I haven't utilised the upper floors of most of the buildings I have already placed. This will be a great way to achieve more space for my followers. I don't think I actually need more, but more space might lure more, which might have some sort of benefit.

As I am standing contemplating the difficulty of what I am about to endeavour into, Guilermo of weeds walk up to me with a Glock in his hands. He is out to get me, though I can't exactly remember why so, but I know he has a fairly good reason. I look around and see that it will be difficult for me to run.

A stranger shrouded in darkness comes up and somehow wrestle the gun from Guilermo, think in retrospect he might have used telekinesis because it happened from a far. The stranger proclaims that there is only one shot left in the gun and it is useless or something. Guilermo pulls the trigger into his own finger and one shot is fired but doesn't cause him harm or even pain it would seem.

I flee back to my flat (apparently forgetting that the temple is for me). And soon thereafter Michael L comes knocking on my door. He has basically assumed the role of Guilermo and is out to get me now. I think I manage to beat him up a bit and wrestle the gun from him.

I go to bed and wake up shortly after to the sound of Michael and another bloke in the room. We take a trip down strange lane as Michael explains that he has found a neutral party to rationalise why he has a right to kill me. This guy Michael explains is called Jesper and he knows both of us.

I explain that I don't know him, and then Michael explains a bit more about him. It turns out that Jesper is a good friend of Michael's family and that he has once been in their house with my dad when they were working as builders. So I object to this allegedly “neutral” party and start beating up Michael again. I end up punching the wall pretending it to be Michael's head, which seems to work as I am gradually getting closer to the wall with each successive punch. In the end I have bashed his head into oblivion with my knuckles and I am making holes in the wall.

I then start talking to Jesper trying to justify my actions, and maybe keep him around a bit so he doesn't go running straight to the cops. Jesper tries to explain that Michael was just disappointed in me. I say “Why did he always bring a gun when he came seeing me then!?” Jesper replies with suspicion in his voice. “It was a Glock” I say. “Shit” Jesper replies. I think he just figured out where his Glock had gone.

Skip

I am talking to Jesper that I bought this car in a second hand shop and that it was quite a good deal. Still in the room as the violence went down. The car came with a purse a rather large red handbag and I am a bit embarrassed about this. I do hope the keys are in there as I am rummaging through the bag. I pick out a bundle of keys and notice that not only are there keys to the car, but also a hell of a lot of other things. I remember one key in particular being fairly wide and blue/green. I was excited in finding out what these keys were for.

Wake up.

Notes: That stranger surrounded in darkness could well have been another dreamer. I had no idea why he was there or what he intended. I always seem to have a vague idea what DCs are plotting, though this guy/girl was a complete blank.

School day and abrubt awakenings sorry. So sad i don't remember any scenes just feelings.

I was lucid for a long time, i remember testing some dream control. And later i remember fighting giant robots/transformers and something about lasers perhaps. And quite possibly Oneironaut again. But it was definetly someone from this forum..

That's it.

Pajama Party

(this dream happened in the first couple of hours of sleep)

I am with an old friend, we are in somekind of a shop in the middle of a shopping mall. I think we are taking part in somekind of competition. We are wearing pajamas that we bought specifically for this occasion. Spotted tops and stripey bottoms - they look like old lady pajamas.

I turn to him and say 'I bet they've never sold this many copies of the same pajamas in the same day before!'

Showbiz school

I'm back at school, though it's crossed between my old work place. I'm finishing off the day by running some molds and casts for this horror movie that the school is producing. Nick Dudman (head of the creature effects department) is talking to another teacher about how they will be creating the sound of the creature's growl. And then continue to discuss the names that will be put into the end credits at the end of the movie, and how they thought the head teacher was a pompous ass.

As I walk out of the doors of the creature fx department and head back home the view switches to above - there are several different buildings to the school - all lit up in bright colors (it is night now), a friend next to me (an old neighbor who died years ago) tells me how the school started out with just the front building hear (focuses in on that building - it looks derelict now and old) he continues to say that my older sister went into the school when it was just starting out. The buildings from above look like miniatures created for a movie.

Star Wars light Sabers
I'm watching a documentary about how they will be using the classic effects of how they created the light sabers for the new clone wars series. They will be getting real people and then motion capture just the light sabers to make it look more authentic. I then have a false awakening, I know what I just had is a dream but have a false memory of my brother in law telling me the same thing so assume it is true.

Higgins
Dream about my dead cat - he is a grey fluffy persian cat, he looks perfectly fine and I am confused cause I thought he was dead.

CSI - New Arley
I am at a friends house - she is explaining to me that the village has just had a famous CSI agent move in - Horatio Cane, and that the village has had a zero crime rate since he has been around.

Teeth

I'm working a job in and office/lab. I walk over to a guy sitting at a large computer (it is my sister's partner) and ask him if I can borrow something from him - a small device (I can't remember what it does) A guy enters the office, he has a wierd virus and needs our help. It turns out that me and this other guy are the best people for the job, so I grab a pair of earphones - I need to use these to take a reading. I call the guy over to my desk and look at his face.

His teeth look crazy - he has a whole complete second set of teeth growing behind his first set, and behind the second set is the start of the third set. He looks like something from a horror movie.

'why are you not freaked out by me?' he says 'I look like something from a horror movie'

'I'm not freaked out because I had to deal with a very similar case last year - now hold still'

This is tricky, I need to dangle the pair of earphones down his throat and let the noise from the earphones vibrate and send me back a sonar image, but there doesn't seem to be much room left to dangle the earphones...

The inside of the mouth then turns into a typical 'skin' of a dragon



And I'm trying to work out how tocreate a 3d color print of this model.

Evolventity's Dream

September 25, 2011

Non-Lucid Dream. Fell asleep by 8AM, and woke up at 4PM.
-I'm with another male and female in a crowded, dim-lit, spacious building. It seems like a party. We are shape shifters. The man usually transforms into a blue creature (beast) like in X-Men and the woman can transform into a male super hero with white glowing eyes and stereotypical masculine features. While walking, we realize their ability is defective in that their shape shifter form is reversed and they can't turn back to human. We're being chased by government authority, a bitter middle-aged woman in a skirt dress being the leader. She points to us. The beast runs at her and punches the bitch in the face. The other shape shifter had come from behind her to attack as well, and 'he' is also hit by the beast. His ribs are cracked and he is lifeless. To heal and bring him back to life, a passionate kiss is given to him by the other shape shifter. Everyone watches in awe.

-I'm walking between desks. I'm in another dimly-lit building, this time like a classroom, or a library, and people are studying books on their desks. My friend K*G* is here...with weed. She gives it to me along with the bong to help everyone get high. Of course, I don't smoke any myself, and try not to breathe any smoke. (Skip) I'm in the bedroom with a M* who is laying on the bed, and I sitting on top of him. I'm giving him the bong to smoke, while covering my mouth. I want him to relax. The cops knock at the door. I hide the weed in a secret compartment on the side of a wooden TV stand against the wall. I put the bong back inside my dresser.

-I'm with Jennifer on a guys porch. We're digging through his stuff looking for weed. We're waiting for him to answer the door but he doesn't answer. Eventually he appears, walking up the steps with groceries, just coming home. The door is already open, and we wonder how; there must be a person already here. A secret lover? I walk in and see an old friend Z* who is in a towel after taking a shower. She looks a bit down and skittish. I tell her how she made my black suit that I'm wearing a shade lighter by hugging me with water while taking a shower.

Kumara's Dreams

I hate to even post these...I'm embarrassed about being stuck in my head!


My sister's new place and distressed little me

I am visiting the new place my sister and BIL (the one I like) just bought. They purchased a huge old building that used to be a church (now that I think of it, I may have dreamed of this building before). It's huge and empty, and she's telling me about their design plans.

I am in another room now, and there are two beds against the wall behind me. I feel like I'm a young child. I have a "pallet" to sleep on, on the floor, which looks like a black yoga mat. I turn away, then back again and when I look again there is a bed (the bed I've been wanting, I think) that is on top of my sleeping mat. I feel distress and start crying, I don't like that I've been displaced and that this girl just put her bed on top of my mat without talking to me.
I ask her to please move it somewhere else...maybe upstairs. Someone says there isn't an upstairs but I counter that I'm pretty sure there is. I cry some more and say, "I'm the child of an alcoholic and I don't like my routines to be upset."


Frances Dick and a box of dimes
I am sitting at a small round table, with a woman to my right and a man to my left. They both give a calm, professional vibe.
I am utterly in love with the man on my left. I am noticing how gentle and kind he is.
I am also noticing that we are actors, playing parts in a play that maybe the man had written. The woman says to me, "So you put yourself at the mercy of the court?" and I respond, "Mercy." I maybe signed something then, and our deal was done.
I continued to focus on the man and how good I felt to be with him. I said to myself, "I am totally in love with this character!" at which point I reminded myself...it's the CHARACTER I'm in love with, I don't really know this guy at all.

His name was floating through my mind...Dick. Francis Dick or Phillip K. Dick?
I kept reminding myself FIRMLY that it was Francis...I thought..."Francis Dick, the guy who writes about horses...NOT Phillip K. Dick, who is a sci-fi writer".
(I looked him up this morning and found a Dick Francis who writes mystery novels that feature racehorses, I've never read them but I am certain I have seen his books in stores before).

From there I'm in a room, some stuff I don't remember, then I decide I need to take a shower. I walk outside, apparently thoroughly confused, because I walk down a dark street, stop at a ditch and start to take my clothes off. After my clothes are off I realize there is no shower, and try to put my clothes back on or cover myself but now my clothes are very tiny and don't fit, and the towel I keep trying to cover myself with is more like a washcloth.

I find a box out by the ditch, and I remember there is a small box inside that has something that looks like a blue pincushion on top, only it is plastic and there is a compartment for each pin. Underneath, the box is full of dimes. I decide to keep them. I'm pretty sure the stuff was meant to be given away, which is why it was by the curb.

A girl comes by to help me pick up my stuff. I'm frustrated that I can't get my clothes on and now I seem to have a whole bunch of stuff that I don't remember having before, like my lunch cooler, that is falling all over the place.
I notice a woman stepping onto her front porch behind me, the porch lights come on and she lets two small dogs out onto her front lawn.
I think we finally get my stuff together to get going, and I'm thinking about the box of dimes and whether I should take it...I reassure myself that the box was put by the curb because it was meant to be given away.

Thebeastofold's Dream


driving with employer, stonehenge, and sky curtain?


I woke up at 4:16 am again as i most always do.....so i decided tyo do a WBTB WILD...and what an experience......after pictureing and repeating "chichen-Itza" over and over again in my mind, and as i was WILD'ing, i noticed, froma distance, my fingers, hands and toes were twitching, and my eyes were moving as if i was in deep REM....and just as i went into the dream, i fainly remembering rolling over as i entered the dream....I also noticed, just as dreamed,. i felt a brief whole body tingling..i dont know if i was getting to astral or what......i dont know...

I was in a room ive started in in many many dreams over the years, seemed to be aspects of every bedroomive ever llived in, there was a huge pot with tons of twisted and curled twigs stuffed into it, with a vase nestled in the middle of the twigs....and i kept looking at it, convinced someone had switched out the original vase with the one that was in it now...weird....i becam,e semi lucid and decided to go outside. my employer was sitting in a car in the driveway, and i thought, maybe he can drive me to chichen-itza! so i got in, and we drove for about 15 minutes or so, i was guessing..and all of a sudden, i was completely lucid! i said stop! when he stopped i jumped out and looked around and said yes! i'm dfreakin lucid! i can get to chichen itza now! and i repeated chichen itza several times as i was looking around, then the dream started getting fuzzy, so i yelled "clarity now!" a couple times then it was crystal clear...i decided to to a RC and tried to push my fingers through my palm..it didnt work, but i was even more lucid now than i was before, i looked over to the horizon and the horizon was a giant curtain, with 2 openings, one opening was a stonehenge tilithon in the centerm, and it was pouring rain on either side of it...the other opening was even bigger, it was freakin huge, and i decided to go there...i started running, then thought, i'm dreaming, why not fly! so i took off flying!! it was really cool, i flew into the larger opening and there was a giant freakin huge glass tube tv sitting there, mustve been 3 or 4 stories tall and wide, and there was a picrture of chichen-itza on it....and as with alot of my flying dreams, i tried to fly to the tv, but i flew inthe opposite direction i wanted to go, so i bounced off the wall opposite the tv, and off the long ass couch that was there, and i concentrated on lucidity and flew straight tothe tv...i got to the tv and hit the screen with my hand..i was hoping to fly through it, and i noticed the screen was super dusty...heh weird, i kept floating all around the screen but couldnt get through it, and i said outloud, come one! i'm freakin lucid! what more do you want!!! at that point, i heard a voice in my head say, kind of in a ragged whisper "the stones are the key" and as i turned to go the the stonehenge trilithon i woke up......havent been that lucid in a while..it was great!!! and my second WILD! way cool!!!

Mayatara's Dream

Thugs
With Zilla and Riverstone at my hometown. We just left my mom's and we're going down the street when some thugs get out of a car at the end of the street and start pointing guns to people and robbing them. One of the guys, a chunky Mexican looking guy, points a small black revolver to my face. I evaluate the situation, notice that the other guys are busy with their own victims, so I react very quickly by stealing the gun and pointing it back at him. I tell my friends to run and I'm thinking what to do next. I planned to shoot the guy on the leg, so he won't chase us, but there are some kids around and I fear they might get hit by lost bullets, so I just pretend that I will shoot and then shoot into the air and run after my friends. The other guys realize what's going on and all start to chase us. I run to my mom's door with the key, to let my friends in. I'm worried about their safety.

Student exchange I
I'm at some foreign city, I get a bit lost in the streets, but finally I arrive at a university where apparently I'm spending some time - maybe a summer course or a student exchange. There are a lot of students from Africa, Middle East, Asia... but I'm particularly close to some arab girls, who look like super-models. They are all very intelligent, cult and independent. I see them as the future of their countries, until one day when they appear all dressed up, impressive hair and make up and invite me to join them in going out with some rich arab guys, who are looking for brides. I see these intelligent, independent woman, all of a sudden obsessed about just looking pretty to hunt a rich husband and I tell them how that is disappointing. But the worst thing is that deep down, I am also imagining myself being courted by some sexy arab prince myself and the idea pleases me. I go for a walk in the park to clear up my head.

Greasy kitchen
I'm working at a communal kitchen, serving the poor and starving people. I am incredibly sweaty, greasy and grimy, when I'm surprised by the visit of my guru to the premises. At first I don't recognize him in the strange clothes he is wearing and all the people around him, but when I do, I break through the crowd to greet him. He doesn't seem to recognize me under all the dirt on my face, but he finds me somewhat familiar. Not enough to stop to talk to me, so he just leaves and I feel sad.
Anyway, I don't have much free time to sob, because someone calls me to the kitchen, saying it's an emergency. There's a little monkey hiding under the kitchen counter and he seems in distress for no apparent reason. I take him out with care and realize he is not hurt. He is nevertheless very stressed out about something under the counter. I check it out and I find there a sick hamster, who is his little friend. I take care of both and the little monkey calms down and looks thankful.

Lucid experiments
I get lucid when inside some house, near a window and I fly to the outside. I should have recalled the meeting point at Chichen Itza, but instead in my mind came the idea to try some things I had discussed with a guy past friday about lucids, namely, doing meditation in action, trying to smell things and plunging on the ground.
So I floated slowly down a stone paved path, with only my toes touching the ground and used that sensation as the focus of the meditation. This path was leading downwards to the ocean and was flanked by a stone wall. After a while going through it, I saw some flowers to my left, over the stone wall and I stopped to smell them. Their smell was subtle but very clear. It was a sweet perfume, but they all seemed to smell the same way, from geraniums to lilies. Anyway, it was an accomplished task, which I don't recall ever have tried before.
Then I floated to a patch of grass and plunged on the ground, wanting to experience "swimming" on the soil. This guy I met told me he still hadn't succeed in doing so and I had never tried. Apparently it is very hard, because our mind sees it as a solid barrier. Crossing a wall is easier, because you come out on the other side, but "swimming" on the soil is quite more challenging.
For a very brief moment I did it. I could see and feel the grains of soil surrounding my body and offering resistance to my "swimming", but soon I was "ejected" to the surface and could not continue doing it anymore. So I had the idea to look for a mole tunnel. Sure it would be tiny, but I could easily trick my mind to go through it and have the experience of "swimming" underground.
I found a hole and put my head inside it, but had to retrieve as two cute little puppies were coming out in my direction. Then a black chicken came out and a third puppy. Apparently it was the den of some wild dogs and they kept living chickens inside as livestock. This totally distracted me and I lost lucidity. I was totally enchanted with the little puppies when a fourth came out of the den. He was completely white and had a few blood spots on his fur. I took him to my mom's and cleaned his wounds in the bathroom. I noticed he smelled really badly, like dry blood and poop. He then started talking to me. He said he had one bad injury on his belly under the fur and asked me to treat it to. I asked him to breathe deep as I poured hydrogen peroxide and he was very stoic. I put bandages over his wounds and he thanked me for my kindness.

Student exchange II
Back to the student exchange dream, I'm now supposed to be with some team mates going to a game, which resembled handball but was plaid with juggling clubs. There were four teams, paired up into two simultaneous games. Our performance would count for the final evaluation of our exchange experience or whatever it was. But some girls from an adversary team plus their trainer, really hated our guts for some reason, so they gave us wrong information and we didn't actually know that our game was somewhere else, but we thought it was right there after theirs. So we waited, just to find in the end that the rest of our team had been waiting for us elsewhere and had lost the game for insufficient players. We tried to defend ourselves, hoping to save our final scores, but the trainer bitch
was denying that they had tricked us. I couldn't accept the injustice, so I kept on pestering her until she was so sick of me she admitted in front of everybody what had happened. We would still fail on sports, but I didn't care, I had high scores on everything else.
It was my last day there and I went for a stroll in the city. It looked like somewhere in the UK. Could be London. There was a nice flea market and I wanted to buy lots of stuff but I restrained myself, thinking about the luggage limits on the airplane. Then I heard music and found a live concert in a square. For some reason, I was convinced in the dream that the band was the Arctic Monkeys, but I don't even know them. They looked more like a gay band on a gay parade. Don't ask me why.

Keanu Reeves
Also have a fragment of a dream with Keanu Reeves on it, but I just recall he was sitting on a chair to my right.

whiterains dream

short lucid last night. it was something like there was a ball dispenser like a bubble gum machine but big on the side of a road. it was sending out messages in balls and ideas and seemed to represent some part of the brain or something. i think it was also sending out trigger messages to be lucid and i think i ignored it briefly then suddenly caught on. it seemed like a good idea to somehow release the balls and charge the machine up. i held a ball and chaged it up somehow then smashed it into the machine to send more of these messages out. i remember looking at one of the balls and saying to my bro/mate as we left "see look at them all, some of them are ideas that we havent even had yet"

Windhover's Dream

1 - I was at the street in front of my house. across the road, I saw Katsuno walking toward me... I dont remember his face. he introduced me a lucid technique, called
'perverted technique', and I'm like wut? perverted? he said if I try flying at the end of my 'work', I can fly. I dont know I got to the building, but I was at the 3rd floor of white office building; I was working with some kind of banking account, wearing black suit. there was big veranda in front of my office; I saw enormous blue sea near the building and some yachts and huge boats. I felt my 'work' here is done, so I went out to the veranda, see if I can really fly. here at this point I kinda knew it was a dream but I never got lucid.. and I could fly. I was a bit scared to jump of the veranda porch, but with excitement, I jumped high and I flew away.

2 - I was with my brother and a beach. the ocean was dark-green-blue. there was a small grey brick-wall near me and some vibrant flowers. I took some photographs with a digital camera, but when I tried to take it the image of photo was took to the left or right. I got a little frustrated that the photo didnt come out the way I wanted.
scene jumped
I was with my family at a mountain. I tried to take a picture of a deer, an yellow bird. again the picture came out different.

Nephanim's Dreams

Sorry about yesterday. I didn't have a lot of time to type up my dreams in the morning, so I was in a hurry just to post them on my main dream journal and forgot about DV... They're here now, though.

35th Attempt:

The Cause of Low Exam Scores

I was waiting at a bus stop in River Bend with my dad. He asked about my GRE test results. I didn’t know how I did yet, so there wasn’t much to tell him, but I noted that I wasn’t going to tell him if I did poorly. He got really angry as soon as I said that.

“You’d better do well,” he insisted. “There’s no excuse for that.”

“What? It’s a general knowledge test. How can I help it if I don’t do well?”

“It’s the goddamn weed.”

“What?!” I stared at him in disbelief. When his sour glare didn’t falter, I knew he really believed this… “Dad, I don’t smoke.”

“Of course you do. You don’t even try to hide the smell.”

“XXXX smokes… Of course I smell like it.”

“I’ve heard you,” he continued. “I’ve walked by your room when you’ve been in there with her. I hear her say things that don’t make sense, and you’re right there with her.”

“So?”

“So obviously, you’re both smoking.” I rubbed my temple. There didn’t seem to be any effective way to convince him of the truth. My mom walked up to us and asked about the GRE. Immediately, I threw up my hands and warned her that I wasn’t going to talk about it. It was better to leave my parents out of it entirely. They were just going to draw their own conclusions. If I did well, it would be because of them, but if I did poorly, it would be my fault. I walked back to the house and went straight to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Chelsea followed me in there and tried to rinse something in the sink. It didn’t seem to be working. I could hear my mom and dad arguing outside the bathroom.

The dream jumped. I got in the car with my family. We had to wait for Austin to come out; he was getting to a save point in a game.

Five-Year-Old Math Instructor and the Luffy-Newgate Alliance

I was sitting in a mathematics class taught by a five-year-old child. Halfway through his lecture, he got depressed because it was his birthday and no one had gotten him anything. I walked over and asked if he wanted to go to the candy store. He transformed into a keychain. I was only able to hear him speak when I held it right next to my ear, so no one else really believed he was talking to me. We left the classroom and got in a car.

I recalled that there was a candy store named Fuzziwig’s just next door. We had a difficult time reaching that shopping center, however. We couldn’t drive straight there. The only path required us to take a highway in a loop around portions of the city before coming back to the one way street that went past both the candy store and the school. We got lost in all the highway entrance and exit ramps. When we reached a shopping center, I realized it wasn’t the same one… None of the stores were the same as I remembered. At first, I feared the candy shop had been replaced. I didn’t say this out loud; I didn’t want to upset my teacher.

We went into the mall and started looking for a similar candy shop. Along the way, Nicole found a Japanese import store and insisted on looking through the One Piece merchandise. There were new One Piece figurines… Each member of the crew held a flag with green slash marks beside the Straw Hat symbol. I tried to remember what this meant, but I couldn’t. A dog came up to us and sat down at my feet. Without thinking, I knelt down and started petting him. He looked a lot like a dog I had when I was younger, Sonic. The dog bit the keychain of my teacher and carried him off. I chased the dog around the store until I was able to recover it. Aside from a few scratches and a chunk missing from his belly, my teacher seemed okay. I left that store to keep searching for candy…

The dream jumped. I was watching an episode of One Piece. Luffy met with Whitebeard to form an alliance. They made one giant pirate crew. With Luffy’s name attached to everything Whitebeard did as well as his own antics, he quickly gained global infamy on a scale never before seen. Their new flag was the one the figurines were holding. I was so excited when I saw this that I immediately asked Nicole if she wanted to watch the episode with me.

Become a God for You <-- This one was kind of interesting.. Highly immersive.

I was working at a laboratory of some kind. As one of the head scientists, my job was to keep an eye out for security threats. I couldn’t really prevent them – after all, breaches of security were almost always someone else’s fault – but I could notify the relevant parties immediately and prevent harm from reaching them in most cases.

This time, there was nothing anyone could do.

Beings from another world with faces like masks with spiderwebs pulled over them and slender, jagged limbs appeared in the laboratory. I only received a brief report from one of my assistants before he was killed. Autumn, another of my assistants, helped me send out a lab-wide warning message. The invaders were here to kill anyone and everyone. The only solution was to lock oneself in a secure area and wait for them to leave. I wanted to do just that, but I had to wait for confirmation that everyone had received our warning. We went from room to room, knocking on doors and checking with people inside. As long as they locked the doors when we left, they would be fine – in theory, anyway. We came to a corridor where janitors were cleaning cockroaches off the wall. The roaches were trying to crawl through the door frame to get past the locked door. I let them take care of their business before we tried to speak with the people inside. Though we knocked, no one answered. We were just about to leave when a scruffy man in a lab coat opened the door.

“How many people are in here?” I asked at once. “Have you taken the necessary precautions?”

“Yes,” he said with a nod. “About twenty of us. Why don’t you come in here, too? I’m sure you’ve done enough already.”

“Can’t,” I said with a sigh. “We need to brief the executive board.” Autumn frowned. She, too, realized that this was basically suicide. The scruffy man gave us a look of pity before closing the door and locking it again.

The dream jumped. We stood around a circular table with several bald men in suits. One of them walked up to the board where I had written down some figures.

“So you’re saying most of the people in this facility have already been killed?” he asked, waving his hand over the proportions.

“Yes,” I answered bluntly. “If we don’t think of something, they’ll kill us all eventually. I don’t think it’s reasonable to wait for them to leave, but we don’t have a plan B.”

“Or maybe we do…” Autumn murmured. All heads turned to her. “Well, it’s just a hunch, but… You know that genetics experiment we wanted to do? The one we couldn’t get test subjects for?” Chills danced up my spine. I knew exactly what she was thinking of. It was an experimental procedure that would create a god. The side effects of failure were fatal at best. No one in the facility had been willing to try it out, even with such a high reward. I slipped my hands into my pockets.

“That would work,” I said. “I’ll do it.” She looked like she was going to cry.

The dream jumped. We made it down to the seventy-fourth basement level where the genetics lab was located. I thought the number was ironic, but I didn’t say anything. I stared at a vat of turquoise liquid while Autumn made the preparations. There was some kind of faintly human thing floating in it. Its body was bent forward in what looked like an uncomfortable position. I assumed the malformed being was female because of her long hair, but I realized that wasn’t a very good indicator. I supposed I would find out soon enough… I was going to have to climb in there with it.

“Almost ready,” Autumn said behind me. I crossed my arms.

I found time slipping on its tracks, so to speak. I entered a timeless world in which I was confronted with various propositions about the nature of magic. The flow of the philosophy was like something out of a Terry Goodkind book. It seemed to make sense. I wondered if I there was any truth to it. I’m not sure how long I was lost in this timelessness; the world was nothing but darkness with blobs of white light that occasionally flashed in and out of existence. When I returned to the normal flow of time, the mask-faced creatures were standing in the lab with us. They were all wearing black suits. Autumn screamed when she saw them. The one in front reached into his pocket and withdrew a deck of cards. He began throwing them in our direction in rapid succession. Autumn backed away from the cards as they fell to the ground, but I shook my head.

“The cards aren’t going to hurt you,” I explained. “They’re just a warning.” I had a sense that the method of their killing was literally random. This was their way of explaining that they had no control over our fate except that they would make an attempt to destroy us. Deciding to seize this brief window of opportunity before I was forced to climb into the vat and become with the malformed god inside, I took a step forward. “Why are you here?” I asked our guests. One of them tilted its head like an animal.

“Ri…ch…argh…” it said slowly.

“Richard?” I frowned. “Richard Rahl?”

“Rich…argh…” it said again, holding out its jagged arms. I glanced over at Nicole in disbelief. They had come looking for a fictional character. Or maybe he wasn’t fictional at all… Either way, he wasn’t here to prevent our deaths, so I would have to take matters into my own hands. I put a hand on Autumn’s shoulder.

“There’s no time. I’ll become a god for you.” I forced a light smile.

Drawing and Teeth

Nicole and Alex were watching me draw… They were both really impressed by the level of detail. I’m not sure who I was drawing, but his mouth was wide open in shock, and all of his teeth were visible. I put a lot of emphasis on them for some reason.

“This is about the skill level I was at last year,” Alex said. “How did you learn to draw this well so fast?”

“Well, I’m good at drawing teeth because I spend so much time looking at mine and wondering why they’re disgusting.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” she replied.

(I forgot to brush my teeth before bed. I'm pretty sure that's what this was about.)

36th Attempt:

Karl's Calculator

I was in my dorm room… It seemed like Karl had replaced Jherome as my roommate. In the background, I heard Karl talking with Chris in the adjacent room. Karl was looking for the cover for his TI-83. He claimed that Chris borrowed it. Actually, Chris said Karl borrowed his calculator because he lost his own. Karl got upset and ended up back in my room. He started searching through his backpack, but he couldn’t find it. I checked to make sure that my calculator had its cover and was securely hidden in my desk. When Karl left, Chris decided he would just ask his parents for another one – although it was the third calculator this semester…

Future Lab Gadget #74: Life-Bringer Gun

I was watching TV… A bunch of women from various TV shows including The Nanny and Roseanne joined forces to form a superheroine team. It didn’t seem like a very popular show, but I knew Nicole would love it. Appearing on-screen, Peter Griffin commented that it was boring. He somehow turned off the TV, and I was in a laboratory. One of my assistants handed me a futuristic-looking gun. Actually, it seemed like it was made to resemble the remote control for Okabe’s alpaca TV. As I accepted the gadget, I understood that it would bring anything I shot to life – so I animated a wooden chair nearby with a well-aimed blast of energy. The chair’s legs gave out underneath it. Once it regained its footing, it started sliding around on the floor. The little chair bumped into the legs of mine repeatedly as though it couldn’t understand why there was an obstacle there. Before leaving the lab, I also did this with a white doll that looked sort of like a dog. The gun couldn’t give objects muscles, so it just sort of slumped forward without the benefit of neck support. It could clearly feel things, but it didn’t see or hear very well.

I took my new pseudo-dog into the car and fastened its seat belt. For some odd reason, the driver and passenger sides were reversed. I was in the back seat because I didn’t want my artificial dog to fly into the windshield if anything happened on the way home. It took a while for the creature to figure out how to sit up in the car. Its whole body just kept slumping against the seat belt, occasionally falling to one side. Just when it discovered how to support itself with an arm, a rough-looking man tried to climb in the back of my car.

“Hey, I’m gonna dump a load right down there,” he said. He pointed at the floor on the passenger side. I informed him simply that he wasn’t allowed to relieve himself in or around my car, pushed him right out, and dove for the lock button on the door. Unfortunately, he managed to get around to the other side and take the passenger seat before I could lock the doors. Naturally, I left my keys in the ignition… Smart, right? The hairy jerk hijacked my car. I thought about making him crash the car since my insurance would cover it – I had telekinetic powers, after all, so causing the car to veer off to the side would be no trouble – but I decided to let the man drive himself home. He insisted it wasn’t even far away… But then we were driving for a long time on a straight highway. We reached the ocean and kept going…

For a brief moment, I was in the car with Chris’ parents. They couldn’t understand why his calculator needed to be replaced so soon. His mom said something about making him wear stilettos instead of sandals in public to save money, but she admitted he wouldn’t go for that. I wondered if Chris was actually gay.

Whisper Me to Sleep

I had a false awakening. I was amazed by the number of dreams I remembered and how long some of them seemed to last. It was almost like I had more of a presence in my dreams than usual. In reality, much of what I remembered was probably conjured as part of the false awakening. I sat up and started writing my dreams down. Nicole saw me writing and was clearly impressed by my recall.

“And it’s only 4 AM,” I said. “I still have plenty of time to sleep.” I kept hearing things whispering to me after I finished recording my dreams. They helped me fall asleep.

Laughter of a Cow

Nicole was talking with Phil. Apparently, she had just finished the Sword of Truth series. I figured she would go on to read the Omen Machine next. As she and Phil discussed how Richard’s thought process approaches a problem from all angles simultaneously, he cited an example in one of the books. Goodkind had made reference to an analysis by a professional war commander as part of Richard’s analysis of the war with the Imperial Order. The date was even included (2003), but the book was published in 1998. I stared at it in wonder. Phil seemed to have reconciled this somehow, but I didn’t understand how he could’ve put the result of an analysis in his book if it wouldn’t be made for five more years…

I went into the living room where my family was gathered. Chelsea was also reading one of the books in the series, but she was only five chapters in. She got mad at me for saying she was still reading the part where the car got hijacked. I think this was actually a reference to another dream I had last night.

A cow lying on the floor at the base of the sofa looked up at me. This was Bessie Pea, our pet cow. She chewed on a granola bar with chocolate fudge filling contentedly. I sat down beside Bess and stroked her behind the ears. When I smiled at her, she started laughing. It was the strangest thing… I wanted to hear her do it again, so I faked a laugh. I quickly had the cow in a chain of laughter. My family stared over at her.

“How did you make the cow laugh?” Chelsea demanded. “That’s so weird.” Bess just kept going. I smiled at her. If only they’d stop feeding her these fudge bars… She could stand to lose a little weight. Just as I was thinking about it, my mom tossed me another bar for her. It was actually just a pencil with her favorite filling inside – peach. After I gave it to her, I realized the lead was still inside the pencil! That couldn’t be healthy…

“Just take it out,” my dad said. I waited until Bess stopped chewing on it and broke the pencil in half. I had to break off a little more lead by snapping it against the wood of the short end I broke off, but separating the peach from the lead was pretty easy. I gave the healthier half back to Bess. While I threw the useless part of the pencil away, I heard my dad making creepy jokes about me and Bess. They bordered on bestiality. Nicole and Chelsea both gave me sympathetic frowns. I just sat down on the couch and hugged Bess. Obviously, I wasn’t interested in whatever my dad was talking about. She was the family cow, so she deserved some attention – probably much more than she would get without me around. Bess started laughing again and climbed onto my chest. I groaned at how heavy she was.

“Holy crap,” I muttered. “Get off me…” The cow started licking my face, so I turned my head. It was hard not to laugh. My mom took a picture of this to show everyone on Facebook.

I had a false awakening. Nicole agreed to write out my dream for me, so when I explained the bit about the family cow, she needed clarification on Bessie’s name.

“It’s Bessie Pea,” I said. She wrote BESS E.P.

“No, Bessie. Just write Bessie.” She couldn’t seem to get that right, either. I started getting confused on the name and telling her to write Sess’s name instead. We just couldn’t get the correct name on paper.

Sky City and Moving Again

My parents were moving to a city in the clouds. I had the chance to sit on the edge of the cloud for a while before my dad needed help moving furniture out of the old house. I rode some kind of slide to the world’s surface.

The dream jumped. I was in a supermarket. Members of Fairy Tail strolled around, many of them arguing about magic and comparing their strength. I bumped into a new guild member and chatted with her for a while. She was shocked by how powerful Happy was. With a sigh, I assured her she had a lot to learn.

The dream jumped. I made it back to my parents’ house. The only way in was through the back door. I was glad it hadn’t been locked; the clouds overhead were beginning to spew acid rain. Inside, since no one else was there yet, I decided to take a bath. I’ve just been taking showers for the past four years, so it felt really nice to relax in a bath for once.

Portions omitted.

When I got out, Austin and Chelsea were arguing about a game they were playing together online.