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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 828 --> 830: A Really Interesting Title

      by , 05-21-2020 at 09:08 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Day 829:

      Fell asleep at: 3:00 AM

      Woke up at: 9:00 AM


      Dream 119: Tooth-Conscious

      I'm in my house, possibly a FA, and I go over to the restroom to look at myself in the mirror. I find that my two front teeth are horrendously mangled, crooked and with a wide gap in between. I begin to freak out, wondering how my teeth got this bad. Then I woke up for real.


      Day 830:

      Fell asleep at: 3:00 AM

      Woke up at: 1:00 PM


      Dream 120: Monster Hunting

      I'm in a house, a moderately expensive one it looks like, almost certainly not my own. I'm sitting on the couch playing a Monster Hunter game with my family, which is odd, as MH doesn't support split-screen nor is it the kind of game my family would play.

      My dad, who usually wouldn't play anything more complex than Mario Kart, is complaining how we've only been killing easy monsters. So, in retaliation, I select a mission involving hunting a Tetsucabra and Glavenus at once. It absolutely wipes the floor with the rest of my family, but at this point I'm too involved with my performance to really care.

      As I'm soloing the Glavenus, I find something...off about it. Every now and then it will let loose a stream of blue Pikmin from its gaping maw, sapping my health away. I'm juggling between slashing it with my Great Sword and guzzling Mega Potions and getting nowhere real fast.

      Then the dream ended.
    2. Day 828: My Sixth Zombie Dream

      by , 05-19-2020 at 08:02 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 3:00 AM

      Woke up at: 11:00 AM


      Dream 117: The Non-Zombie Related One

      In what seems to be a cheap hotel with concrete walls and poor accommodations. It has a window and a minifridge at the very least, so there's that. Not five minutes before I begin settling into my room, a young girl (She looks no older than 15 to me) barges in my room and starts coming onto me. I get massively uncomfortable, thinking someone's going to see me with a minor in a fleabag hotel.

      Next thing I remember, we're both lying on the bed (Fully clothed, but still). And now I want to give my dream self a SERIOUS talking to. I swear my dream self and myself are two completely separate people.


      Dream 118: The Zombie One

      In what seems to be a high school in the middle of a zombie epidemic. I'm sprinting through a series of tight hallways with a shotgun in my hands trying to seek shelter. I spot a female zombie that looks massively decayed, basically just skin and bones now, as she convulses on the floor. Turning a corner, I find a door ajar with what looks to be human survivors in it. I get inside, and lock the door behind me.

      Now I'm inside what was once a computer lab. Low ceiling, but a wide enough area to stretch your legs in. I start to converse with the survivors, one of which resembling my sister and the other resembling her husband. My brother-in-law has decided to keep watch, guarding the entrance with what looks to be an assault rifle. I go over to another survivor, a teenage girl chewing on a laptop. I don't remember much of the conversation, to be frank.

      My brother-in-law then announces that he's going to set off an electrical grid that will shock all the zombies in the school to death. After a three second countdown, he does just that, and we make our escape from the school.

      An epilogue then plays out, explaining that our group of survivors were able to clear our town of zombies and rebuild. And that's about it.
    3. Day 823 --> Day 827: Sycophant Supreme

      by , 05-18-2020 at 08:17 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Don't recall anything leading up to Day 650.


      Day 650:

      Fell asleep at: 3:00 PM

      Woke up at: 10:00 AM


      Dream 116: Fawning Over A Psychotic AI


      Inside this broken down facility, everything is some shade of brown with the odd red hazard light. Pipes, broken down machinery, with the foundation of the building in severe disrepair. I am talking to an artificial intelligence that was formed from the consciousness of a recently deceased woman. Think Handsome Jack from TFTB, that kinda scenario. I come to the conclusion that she has uploaded herself to the factory's computer systems, as she communicates to me over an intercom.

      In order to save my skin, I start giving her undue praise. Apparently, when she was alive, she was quite a sadistic ***** that caused trouble to a lot of people. I never quite understood how or why her consciousness turned into an AI postmortem, but that seemed like something that would provoke a reaction from her, so I didn't ask.

      I then spent the rest of the dream trying to bootlick this AI until I was on its good side.
      Then the dream ended.

      Updated 05-19-2020 at 07:36 PM by 93490

      Categories
      side notes , non-lucid , memorable
    4. Day 822: Major Blargh

      by , 05-14-2020 at 01:53 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

      Woke up at: 3:30 AM


      No dreams to report. Had a nasty headache before going to bed, while also having listened to Silent Hill 1's main theme earlier in the day. I don't know which made it harder to fall asleep.

      Updated 05-19-2020 at 07:35 PM by 93490

      Categories
      side notes
    5. Day 821: A Blur

      by , 05-13-2020 at 09:35 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 10:00 PM

      Woke up at: 3:00 AM


      Dream 115: Fragment

      I remember having some semblance of a dream. Hushed voices, blurry pictures, that's all I can remember.
      My dogs woke me up when they saw a police car with floodlights in my neighborhood. That same car enforces the 10:00 PM to 6:00 Am curfew in my town.

      Updated 05-19-2020 at 07:35 PM by 93490

      Categories
      dream fragment , side notes
    6. Day 820: Spectator Mode

      by , 05-12-2020 at 09:28 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Fell asleep at: 5:00 AM

      Woke up at: 2:00 PM


      Dream 114: A Totally Unassuming Cult

      I seem to be a spectator to the dream. I am able to feel and move my dream body while the whole of my field of view is dominated by the dream.

      The dream starts out in medias res; A twenty-year- old or so girl is seeking admission into a vaguely Christian cult, and is being interviewed by two recruiters, one an old man, and one around her age. At some point, she catches onto the fact that the people running the operation are a bunch of nutjobs and that their adherents are similarly sinister. She starts to back away from the conversation, but as she does so, two kids in a little play area start pointing and yelling at her. They say something along the lines of "Witch!" and "Heretic!"

      She backs away even further, and bumps up against a waist-high bookshelf. At this point, the recruiters make no compunctions about harming her.

      I (As the spectator) notice a ceramic globe on top of one of the bookshelves. I yell at the girl, "The atlas! Throw the atlas at them!" I mistakenly called the globe an "atlas!" She then chucks the globe at the old guy and he goes down like a ton of bricks. Now it's just her and the younger man. They stare down each other fiercely, and I am on the edge of my seat.

      This goes on for a minute, and I got bored. I draw my attention away from the dream for a second, and then...

      A newspaper clipping shows up, talking about how this same girl somehow joined the psycho cult anyway. I am flabbergasted, and I yell at the dream some more.

      Updated 05-19-2020 at 07:34 PM by 93490 (Got the date wrong.)

      Tags: cult, spectator
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable , side notes
    7. 643 Days Later...

      by , 05-11-2020 at 07:24 PM (An Insomniac's Dream Journal)
      Good lord, HOW did I not go without posting for upwards of two years? Well, stuff happened, is all I'm going to say. So let's get into this.

      Fell asleep at: 3:00 AM

      Woke up: 12:15 PM


      Dream 113: Old Faces

      Daytime; My house. The in-laws have come over, and they brought their dogs with them. A dachshund, a terrier mix, and some others I can't remember. One of the dogs, wearing a grey shirt and orange/yellow suspenders walks into my room and jumps on top of me in my bed. I play with the little guy for a while, and one of the in-laws chimes and in says that that's actually the father of all these other dogs.

      I say something along the lines of, "Well, he can do whoever he wants then--" then retract that statement and I say "That came out wrong."

      As I'm playing with the dog, a female DC keeps tugging at his shirt collar, for whatever reason. The dog looks mighty uncomfortable when she does that, so I tell her to stop tugging at it.
      The dream ends not long after.

      Upon further reflection, the dog in my dream looked remarkably like another dog I had, though that one passed away not two years ago. It was nice to play with the little fella again, even if it was just a dream.

      This makes the bible more interesting to read.-s-l1600.jpg

      Updated 05-11-2020 at 07:40 PM by 93490

      Tags: dog, in-laws, my house
      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable , side notes