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    An Insomniac's Dream Journal

    I have a pretty terrible habit of not recording my dreams. I started this as an attempt to finally get back on track with my dream recall and general interest in LDing. Let's hope it works.

    1. Day 176: Genie-Pad

      by , 08-07-2018 at 08:26 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 11:30 PM

      Woke up at: 7:40 AM


      Dream 111: Hitchhiker's Guide For Getting Whatever You Want

      Nighttime; Grandma's house. A raging party is going on outside. I'm in the living room, watching Spanish television, thinking to myself "Wow, Latino TV is lewd as hell. There are also a lot of clowns." Then I pull a tablet out of my pocket which resembles the Guide from the Hitchhiker's Guide, though a yellow one and slightly extended. It has three LED lights on the side, red, green, and yellow.

      It turns out to be a genie in a bottle, so to speak. And as is turns out, the three lights stand for something. Red is for 'Evil', Yellow is 'Neutral', and Green is 'Helpful'. Under the Red section one of the wishes is 'Create a clone and kill it/Create life then kill it'. I decide to use the machine to stop the party outside. Everyone leaves but they leave all their trash on the patio. Then the dream ended.



      Dream 112: Not Really The Last of Us

      The dream starts with a zombie covered in some dark green goo--which I presume is the cause of the apocalypse--chasing down a woman in her house. It pins her down on the floor and bites her ear off. I see the lights flickering on and off in the house.

      Now suddenly in the house, I bolt it and run away as fast as I can from the goopy monstrocity.
      Then the dream ended.
    2. Day 174: Questioning the Structural Stability of Marshmallow People

      by , 08-05-2018 at 04:36 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 12:00 AM

      Woke up at: 9:00 AM


      Dream 109: Yet Another Apocalypse Spectacular

      A minute in and I'm rocking the boat already. Well, not figuratively of course. It was probably a bad idea, scaling a massive (And rusty) tugboat near the river when I myself don't even know how to swim, but, eh, I'll find a way out. As I shift my body weight from one side of the ship to another I find a box filled with medical supplies. Before I could find out what's in there I have to get out of the massive boat due to the fact that it is leaning 60 degrees towards the rapidly moving river.

      After hopping down from floor to floor, I'm a little disappointed that I couldn't acquire a medical kit of any sort. But I'm still alive, so that's enough of a miracle for me. "Shenandoah" by Tennessee Ernie Ford starts playing in my head for a bit, as I reflect on what had led up to this point. I had always thought I'd wind up as a plucky scavenger in the post-apocalypse, the kind that involved near total societal ruin. I didn't revel in this atmosphere, nor have I ever asked for it, but it's here now and I'm doing fine.

      Suddenly during my reverie, my friend JJ drives up to me in a busted up red car. He asks me what I'm doing and I respond with an "Eh, nothing." He offers me a ride to which I don't pass him up on. He drives us towards a largely barren settlement with a few people and kids running about. I'm amazed/suspicious at how well this place was holding up. We park in front of a gas station/grocery store with a few people inside of it. Some of the aisles were picked clean, but I find myself some lawn chairs and take them along with me.

      JJ tells me that the town was throwing a birthday party for him, and asks me to join in. I accompany him to a sort of mobile home (Bigger than any mobile home I've ever seen) here there are people dancing and talking and such. I begin to get paranoid. "What if this is a set-up? Perhaps some Mexican church bishop had poisoned the party-goers or something (Like in Fear the Walking Dead)?" It's all too much to handle at once.

      I walk outside and just set up my lawn chair, taking in the bright blue skies.
      Then the dream ends.


      Dream 110: Just A Bunch Of Random Nonsense

      I'm in this coffee-brown room with a guy who looks like one giant marshmallow (In the shape of a human, of course). He asked me and a colleague of mine to help rescue his girlfriend, whom I assume is also a marshmallow. Along the way we end up getting lost and forgot our objective altogether. Then the dream ended.
    3. Day 155: Girlfriends and Mind Wipes

      by , 07-17-2018 at 06:26 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM

      Woke up at: 11:58 AM


      Dream 107: The White Room

      At my grandma's house, midday. I accidentally walk into an all white room with a weird green light on the ceiling. I ask one of my relatives what the purpose of this room is, and he says it's a mind erasing chamber, used for wiping bad memories. Only downside is, it wipes out your entire history and personality.

      I ponder about it for a second. All of my fears and anxieties will be gone if I stay here, but isn't it my experiences that make me who I am? Isn't that basically mental suicide?

      With only little time remaining I bolt it out of the white room and into the living room, only barely escaping the eponymous White Room.


      Dream 108: Nostalgia

      I wake up in someone else's bedroom, early hours of the morning. It seems to me that I'm lying next to my girlfriend (Not any real girlfriend just a DC). Her bed is just a mattress on the floor with possibly way more blankets than she needs. The lighting is moody and dark, you can pretty much figure out what happened last night.

      I lie in bed for a couple minutes, waiting for her to wake up, and try to remember how it got to this point.

      I have a flashback to the first time I met her. It was at a Wal-Mart, she was walking past a food court and I was just passing her by. She was carrying a hell of a lot of bags and she accidentally dropped her purse. I pick it back up to her and I tell her, "Maybe you should've gotten a cart while you were here, huh? Here, I'll help you with your bags."

      After that it was just a bunch of conversations on the way to her car, things about family, friends, and other stuff. She told me about the place she works and recommended that I visit her sometime. As you can guess it took quite a while from getting to 'I'll help you with your bags' to being in bed with her. And it seemed like something I was pretty nostalgic about in the dream.

      As for the girlfriend herself? She was Hispanic, had tan skin, and had black curly hair. She carried herself like a confident and peppy woman, and wasn't afraid to speak what was on her mind. That's about all I can remember.
    4. Day 154: The Most Realistic Not-So Realistic Dream

      by , 07-15-2018 at 07:24 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 1:00 AM

      Woke up at: 12:00 PM

      Dream 106:

      I wake up in the bed of what is an exact replica of my parents' bedroom-- nighttime-- when a blonde woman walks up to me and tosses some terms of affection my way. I get confused for a second,"Wait, I don't have a wife. Do I? Wasn't I just?..." I seriously start questioning my reality at this point. I start thinking to myself,"Was everything that happened to me before just a dream? Did I really forget I have a wife? Husband of the year I guess..." I walk around the living room, dazed. It's nighttime so I can't really make out any specifics, but I can tell it was close to Christmas seeing as we set up a tree in the living room. My daughter, a black-haired teenager it looks like, tries talking to me. She is wearing a black tank top with red writing.

      Then it jump-cuts to my high school years.

      I'm at a high school alongside some of my friends and a younger version of my DC wife (At that point my DC girlfriend). I take a look around. Orange and silver are the two primary colors, as with my high school, but things looked marginally different. There were gates everywhere (None of which were higher than 4-5 feet by the way) and everyone was packed together like a can of sardines. A really odd design for a school.

      We have received word about an unknown zombie-like virus that is spreading throughout the country, getting worse and worse as the days go on, but nobody seems to be understanding what's going on. My girlfriend, my friends, and I all decide to skip class and wait near the entrance of the school just in case something decides to kick off.

      I sit next to my girlfriend with many of the same facial features as before, looking like a young version of Elena Fisher of Uncharted fame. I try putting my hand on her arm, but I notice her pulling her arm away so I leave it at that. Stressful times I suppose.

      One of my friends decides to have some fun, and is playing a video game on his phone alongside the guy next to him. The volume on their phone is absurdly loud, and I start getting concerned that one of the staff may hear it and separate our group.

      Nothing of the sort happened though, except I spot a misty, erratic shadow in the distance. All of us know exactly what it is. In an instant we all storm towards the exit, but it's too late. School security must have seen it too, seeing as there is a smorgasbord of them lining the entrances. Kids are hurriedly cramming themselves into buses, and we also decide it's our best course of action.

      I get pushed towards the back by a flood of 9th graders, but I can still see my friends in the bus. My girlfriend is sitting right in front of me.

      Somewhere along the way we manage to get off the bus and tour an abandoned neighborhood. The four of us are scavenging for just about everything: food, water, medicine, Band-Aids, clothing, weaponry (Kitchen knives mostly) and whatever else we feel is necessary. The "camera" then pans upwards towards the sky, as if it were the end of the episode or something.


      I think the main thing that got to me in this dream was the 'reality' of it all. Like, sure, I don't have a wife and a daughter in the real world, but it's the details that got to me. The first genuine crush I had was with a blonde girl, very similar in complexion to the DC wife in the dream. I did end up spending a lot of time with her, so a bond definitely was brewing (At least my perspective). I myself have jet black hair, so having a daughter that has the same color hair I have wouldn't be too far off. And with me owning the house my parents have now? Pretty much all of my siblings have moved out in some form or another, so that just speaks for itself.

      I gotta say, the thought that all my years of life were completely untrue and waking up into a completely new one kinda broke me on the inside.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable , side notes
    5. Day 138: Weslaco Drift

      by , 06-30-2018 at 05:18 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 5:00 PM

      Woke up at: 10:00 PM


      Dream 105: Walmart Circuit

      Inside a Walmart--daytime. A couple of my friends dare me to roll around (Sitting down) on a skateboard all the way to the exit. I take the dare, of course.

      Though, for some reason, the skateboard is circular rather than its normal skateboard shape.

      Exiting the clothing aisle, I preform multiple sharp turns, almost falling out of my skateboard on multiple instances. I pass by several of the other buildings inside of the Walmart (The eye glasses place, McDonalds, etc.) and almost make it to the exit until one of the security guards stops me in my progress.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. Day 137: Two Moons Over Texas Way

      by , 06-28-2018 at 11:34 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

      Woke up at: 5:00 AM


      Dream 104: Check Please

      Started off in my grandma's house-- nighttime. Several family members are sitting with me on the porch. I move upwards a bit so that I'm not cramped, but for some reason I spot a goat/dog headed towards me. I move behind my sister as a shield and eventually walk away from the porch.

      Out on the road, I notice something odd. The moon to my left is bloated and looks especially off, more like an asteroid than our own moon, it's in it's first quarter phase. The moon to my right meanwhile is way off in the distance, and is in its third quarter (Or waxing crescent, whichever).

      I notice this, but I don't think of it as odd or even think to question my state. I think the moon to the left is some sort of hologram or something and the dream goes on as it would. I eventually go back to my family and have random talks over things I don't remember.

      We do go to the backyard, though. Where I ask my dad if he finds what we're looking at to be strange. He doesn't and finds a way to focus our conversation on something else.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. Day 136: As Per Usual

      by , 06-27-2018 at 01:57 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 3:00 AM

      Woke up at: 7:30 AM


      Dream 103: Humiliated By My Uncle...Again

      Inside my house--early hours of the morning or approaching nighttime, can't really tell. My aunt pulls me and several of my family members aside to talk to us about an upcoming trip they have planned for us. As she's telling us this, I zone out and ask her what we're talking about.

      My uncle points this out and gets everybody in the room to laugh at me. No one else's fault but mine perhaps... I try to hold my anger and embarrassment in, and ultimately just consider walking out of the conversation. Even in my dreams I tend to bottle up my emotions.

      Several hours pass and I'm in the living room with my yet-to-be brother-in-law watching something on our phones. My brother walks behind me to check out what I'm playing.
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    8. Day 134.5: Enjoy the Scene of the Crime

      by , 06-26-2018 at 03:38 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      I've been having a lot of Breath of the Wild influenced dreams lately. Probably due to the fact that I can never put it down, heh...

      Dream 100: Kevin Hart's Body-Swapping Spectacular

      I start off in this posh 5-star restaurant suspended atop a futuristic cityscape-- daytime; raining. The place oddly reminds me of Zora's Domain from BOTW, due to how the roads seemed to be suspended in midair and linked to several buildings.

      Also at some point I was convinced that I had swapped bodies with Kevin Hart. Or some pseudo-awareness occurred and I
      knew the body I was in wasn't mine.

      Upon entering the restaurant I notice that I start pulsating with electricity, much like how metal equipment does in BOTW. I decide to mess with this newfound quirk. I head towards the kitchen and extend my hand out towards the stoves and no less than three seconds later and... BOOM!

      Their stoves catch on fire and I make a break towards the window. It must have been made of some pretty cheap glass, seeing as I broke through it no problem. I then bust out the paraglider from BOTW to slow my descent. I land in front of an internet cafe and decide to hunker down there. My mom was there, too, for some reason.

      After some time passes I decide to head back to the restaurant. Rookie's mistake. I end up spilling the beans, if accidentally, that I had spread the fire. I, again, make a break for the window and busted out the paraglider. Now with a bunch of futuristic eye-looking robots on my ass. I narrowly escape being blasted by an android on the ground and hunker down behind a building.



      Dream 101: Yellow Sulfur Lakes

      Nope, this has nothing to do with aliens. Upon waking up, I see a large puddle of pee in front of my bed. All three of my dogs are in the same room as me, so I can't really place blame on any of them.



      Dream 102: Love the Paraglider As It Loves You

      I'm scaling up the side of the tree in my backyard -- daytime. I situate myself between two branches, one to lean my back onto and one to sit on. I'm 100% percent certain that the branch I'm sitting on will snap, so I jump off the tree and use my paraglider to slow my descent.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. Day 134: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut

      by , 06-25-2018 at 12:57 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Dream 99: Blasting Angels In The Face

      Inside the Derinyuku cave town, unaware of what time of the day it is. The whole thing takes place in a 3rd person POV akin to a sidescrolling video game. Hordes of psychotic angels storm the city, chasing after the character I'm playing as. Think Muncher Marathon from DKCR.

      I (The character) am making a run for it carrying an impossibly huge gun and blasting bloody angels in the face. Several angels get the bright idea to fly away from the horde and in front of me, dashing quickly to the left. There's one point where I got stuck in between a slow moving platform and a wall, but I made it out all right.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    10. Day 117: In the Fight of Battleaxe Vs. Sword...

      by , 06-08-2018 at 03:55 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Dream 98: Axe Wins

      In this body shop type area--daytime. Cars are strewn about. I'm talking with one of my old art teachers for a couple minutes while observing the area, pretty calm for the most part.

      Then this overweight and ginger haired 14-year-old pulls out a sword with a handle the size of a building and almost cuts my arm off. I grab a black and red battleaxe, also with a mile long handle, and decide I have to fight.

      We go at each other for what seems like several minutes, the kid is only getting angrier as the fight goes on, with him swinging the mile-high sword ever so frequently. Then I aim for the handle. If I can break the handle, then he can't be able to hurt me.

      I swing violently at it, keeping the weapon up in the air and when I finally manage to tear the handle, some industrial red liquid spills out, and some of it gets in my mouth.

      But the kid grabs the other half of the weapon (The one with the blade) and almost kills me when I was distracted. Luckily the owner of the body shop covered for me and pinned the kid down while I called the police. I apologized for breaking one of his swords, and he didn't mind.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    11. Day 116: Arcade Phantasm

      by , 06-06-2018 at 06:44 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Dream 97: At The Arcade

      Inside a Cinemark-type building; lots of dark red and black everywhere. I'm racing my brother around the hallways, sticking close to the walls to get around quicker (Thank you Gorman Race Track). On the third lap, I bolt it as fast as I can, narrowly avoiding being face-planted into the wall. Security starts catching on and warns us against running around the theater again.

      My brother and I head for the arcade portion of the building. There's your cookie-cutter Pac-Man machines and lame cabinets--nothing special. Until I come across this one machine at least...

      Well, two of them. My mom tagged along and she used the cabinet behind me.

      The controllers were the weirdest things I've seen. They were wooden cylinders with red buttons on randomly placed sections of the controllers. There were also two of them per person, one for each hand. Both of the cabinets were classic Castlevania clones.
    12. Day 113, 114, & 115: Fear The Grazing Dead

      by , 06-05-2018 at 05:45 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Day 113:

      Nothing to report.



      Day 114:

      Dream 96: And yet another zombie apocalypse dream, again


      I don't get why these dreams are so common for me. Anyway, the dream revolved around me trying to chase away diseased cows away from our food supply. I was in full cowboy gear; horse, lasso, the whole shebang. I think one of them ended up in the ranch so, yeah, Mad Cow a'coming.


      Day 115:

      Nothing to report.
    13. Day 111 and 112: Slow Day

      by , 06-03-2018 at 05:07 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Day 111:

      Nothing to report.


      Day 112:

      Fell asleep at: 3:00 AM

      Woke up at: 10:00 AM


      Dream 95: Ascending the Cursed Tower

      Dreamed about a video game level taking place inside of a wizard tower. The level would scroll along with the player's movement as they moved right and up the tower. The character in question is the character I drew, Dragon Kid.
    14. Day 110: Breaking the System

      by , 05-31-2018 at 02:53 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 12:00 AM

      Woke up at: 7:30 AM


      Dream 94: securityguard.exe has stopped working

      School cafeteria; daytime, in line for lunch. I remember it perfectly, macaroni and cheese, bread, corn, and PB&J. The line was getting shorter by the second until I reached the register. The PB&J morphed into a grilled cheese, something I thought was odd but never acted on it.

      Approaching the register I see not a lunch lady, but a female security guard (One that I'm familiar with). She tells me that I couldn't have the grilled cheese because I already grabbed a mac & cheese. This made no sense to me seeing as I saw three kids walk by her with both a grilled and mac & cheese.

      Then she says I will only acquire both food items if I prove to her I'm a true Christian(?). She asks me a couple pretty easy questions but one ends up tripping me, "What is one famous Christian Russian philosopher?" I don't happen to know any Russian Christian philosophers myself, so I end up guessing.

      Then she breaks.

      For whatever reason, her face is frozen with her mouth wide open, and speaking in tongues. Her gaze is locked straight on me as I try to get away from her. She doesn't move an inch, but she's still speaking in tongue. I end up leaving the school building with my lunch.
    15. Day 108 & 109: Hey, Me.

      by , 05-30-2018 at 06:33 AM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

      Woke up at: 7:00 AM

      Dream 92: Reflections

      In the car with my brother, daytime. We're driving down the highway. My brother next to me is holding the phone camera to my face, and I'm trying to get it off of me.

      I managed to steal a glimpse of myself in the mirror. It was oddly clear and high res. I think it looked a little more attractive than I do in WL (Heck, I felt like Dreamy Luigi from M&L: Dream Team. No real difference except I looked better).


      Dream 93: Ham and Anger

      In the kitchen with my sister and her boyfriend, morning. They had just made me food (Migas with ham on the side). I was also watching Hulu on the Switch and I had my headphones on (The ones I lost a couple days ago).

      My cousin (Let's call him Quiet J, because why not) walks in and, being as standoffish as he is, says something to me while failing to acknowledge I was wearing headphones. I remember it being some kind of insult but I didn't want to make him angry while he was there, so I let him get his food and go to my sister's room.

      I ask my sister what he had said to me. She responded with something I don't quite remember. I then told her, annoyed, "I didn't ask how 'pretty' he thought I looked, I'm asking 'what did he say about me?''' That shut her up real quick and the dream ended shortly thereafter.
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