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    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
      non-lucid , memorable , side notes
    4. 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
    5. 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
    6. 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.
    7. 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.
    8. 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.
    9. 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
    10. 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
      memorable , 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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