Fragment of Dreams
- I was at a grocery store with a girl I knew from middle school named #74-94. I left the store and started wandering the parking lot and came across #154-434 driving around. I was wondering why he didn't stop for me, as he was my ride, and he clearly saw me. He later came up to me without the truck, and explained he had to return it to someone else. I was a little concerned, explaining now we were stranded. - A friend of mine, #28-22, was on her couch back home and her mother walked in. Her mom, a very short, stout lady, was very open with her sexuality. My friends father was also there and picked up the mother, threw her on the couch, and then picked up a couch nearby. He later opened up a book entitled "Streets in Heaven." - I had a false awakening in which I met my sister, and was explaining to her she should keep a dream journal. She was telling me she joined my work, and was working with the friend from earlier (#28-22). At one point she was in a car with me and my father. We drove by a man named "Arms" who walked with one arm on the ground. At one point my sister left the car and was being dragged by "Arms." I felt uneasy about this, but didn't realize she was in danger. "Arms" collapsed for some reason and my sister was able to get back in our car, explaining how she was captured. My father looked really upset at this, and explained he didn't know or would've shot him. Instead, he started driving towards the collapsed man and attempted to run over him twice. I don't remember if he was successful. - I remember seeing my old roommate, #0192-210, in a bathroom stall. I walked past him and started washing my hands at the sink. Another guy, shorter than me and black, started making some comment about my sister I believe. I remember feeling angry about this, and ignoring the guy.
Last night I probably had the worst dream recall I've had in weeks. The only thing I remember, was that my parents got my sister and I these Nintendo DS's, though they were just GBAs wrapped in some case. We got a couple of games, related to Wario. I was with them at a restaurant at some point. I remember playing some game with a bomb, with my sister. I was nervous that my parents spent to much money on these. I was brought to a basement where I met the Shipwright Tom and watched as he started building a shelf on this wall in this danky room. I was excited, as I think I knew I was in a dream and was going to tell HorseLime that I got to meet him. He was doing a terrible job, and commented on how he overdid it earlier. He grabbed one piece of wood and, though it was jagged and curved in most spots, it wasn't in one, completely ruining the shelf. He told me to search for a game. I found a game boy color game, with kirby on it (black and white), mixed in with "DS" games (they looked like GBA games). My boss was telling me about risc, which is a reduced instruction set computing, but he was talking about it in something related to javascript, and how it was reduced complexity. I was sitting there, and he talked for like an hour. Another person, #507-7414, was there. My boss said if anyone needed to leave they could. #507-7414 said thank god, laughed, and left. Another guy came. Boss said its time to work, but the guy didn't have a shift today. The boss just revised schedule and now he did.
I had three distinct dreams, each of which were very clear, but I forgot good chunks of all of them (and the first one entirely): [Dream Two - 5:30 AM] - I was in my office at work, and my sister comes by. Together we go to the store where I buy cereal and possibly poptarts. - A girl was blowing this guy, commenting on how bad his penis tasted. There was also some hinting she was 16, and the creator of the video had to perform some photoshop or something to make her look older. - I'm squeezing a pimple on my nose, and a giant log comes out of my nose instead. I was scared for a little bit that part of my brain fell out. I squeezed another pimple, and a stream of metallic beads came out, clattering on the sink, and sliding down the drain. [Dream Three - 7:00 AM] I was at the bus stop with my sister and one of my childhood friends, #72-. At one point I go across the street to use the bathroom, where a phone was hanging on the wall and started ringing. I answer, commenting how it was stupid to be calling here. I go back to the stop, and do some one-arm pull-ups on the bus stop structure. Later the three of us decide to just walk, but then the bus comes by and turns the corner. I run over there with them, but realize I left my backpack at the stop. At this point I notice I'm wearing pajamas on my bottom half. I grab my bag, and make it to the bus, where a retarded kid was licking the tire. Getting on, I noticed it was fairly empty, and took the seat in front of my sister. We drive by #5121-820, who is with four girls, including #521-0 and starts waving at us. An announcer, possibly my father, comments on how #5121-820 was "getting big." I later see HorseLime's mother, who drives me the rest of the way to school.
So, to preface, I tend to naturally wake up after four hours of sleep when I initially go to bed and in two hour increments afterward (from closer observation to my sleeping pattern recently), so it seemed fairly natural to try a DEILD approach. Since I went to sleep around 10:30 PM, I'm assuming this happened at around 2:30 AM (and since I later awoke at ~4:00 AM, this seems plausible). In any case: I wake up, but keep my eyes close and instantly feel the sensation of falling asleep, but I was completely lucid as it was happening. I was very aware of falling asleep, and was certain I managed it, but my mind decided to be a jackass, and I dreamed of myself, in bed, trying to be lucid . In fact, its almost indistinguishable from when I first went to sleep, putting some doubt in my mind as to whether or not I actually managed to fall asleep originally. In any case, in my dream my eyes are still closed and I'm lying face down on my bed. I turn over, and again feel the sensation of falling asleep, but this time hear voices right next to my bed (first a man's, and later a woman's) as I'm doing so. I tell myself this was all part of obtaining lucidity, and to disregard the voices as they were by-products of this process. So I think I was lucid for all the span of 2 seconds. Mind: 1, me: 0. After a little while though, dream me decides to freak out, and I lurch out of bed, throwing my arms in the direction of the voice. As expected, nothing is there, I feel kind of like an idiot, as I threw away a very good opportunity (should've done a reality check ). Now that I'm up though, my sister enters my room in my apartment and sits down next to the bed. We talk for a bit, and I tell her about my "lucid" experience. In response, she pulls out a FoxTrot Comic Strip Book, and points at a Sunday strip. I saw all the details clearly (and one particular panel with Jason staring at the reader), and we took turns continuing the conversation with lines from the comic strip. I got up and walked out of my room as I heard cooking in the kitchen. There was a pot of spam and eggs being heated on one stovetop, and a pot of steak, with bits of green pepper in the other. My sister began draining the pot with eggs, and I started stirring the pot with bits of steak. I suddenly knew my mother was where my roommate should be, getting ready for work, and, looking into the pot, which was sizzling and popping as I would expect (it also looked very tasty, and I could see the steak and drops of oil bubbling), noticed there was only a little bit. I concluded my mom made this for herself, and made the other pot of food, which had a lot more for my sister and I before she left for the day. She came out, and I put away the wooden spoon. She might've thanked me for stirring the food or something, and then I awoke, and couldn't fall back asleep.
I started out my dream back home with my sister. I was changing and put on some jeans and a wife beater, as my sister and I wanted to go see a movie. Unfortunately it was around 10:00 PM and I was worred my parents wouldn't let us. Before I went downstairs to ask, I began looking around for one of those Lance Armstrong LiveStrong bracelets. I noted in my mind that I thought they were stupid, and even remembered a previous conversation I had with someone discussing how no one actually believes what they where. But I made this an exception as I found a black bracelet, with the faded words, "Program Smart" or something similar, and could get behind the message. I remember finding at least 4 other bracelets around my room before finding this one on the bookshelf. My sister and I make our way downstairs but beforehand wants to confirm who asks to go. I told her it doesn't matter so she went downstairs real quick and asked. My parents seemed not to have heard so we sat on the couch for a bit. My sister would bring it up on occasion, saying she's worried if they don't respond the movie will pass. Finally my parents seem to hear, and say something along the lines of, "You're crazy. It's too late." We end up in a car anyways (my sister driving), around the school I go to. At one point, the brakes seemed a little faulty and though she pressed on it, she went further than she intended. She was going to take a left, but several cars were making there way down the T-intersection so she waited in the middle of the road. I asked what she would have done if a car wanted to turn, as she skidded way to far, and she made some remark on them having to wait. As we continue driving we end up behind this car with 3 guys making fun of an older man. My sister didn't want to intrude, but I decided to press on the horn and tell them what was up. In anger, they began chasing us (we were now on foot). We ended up getting into a bathroom back home and locking the door, which one of the guys were beating against. I told my sister we were about to attack back and grabbed a towel. Telling her to get behind me, I open the door and wrap the towel immediately around the guys neck, throwing him on the ground. Everytime he decided to struggle I pulled tight on the towel as a warning, and he eventually calmed down. I may have awoken at this point, but after falling back asleep, I was in the passenger seat of Justin Bieber's car, him driving. We were driving around, and he seemed fairly down to earth; I was wondering why people gave him so much hate. I believe more happened in this dream, but I can't remember. Disclaimer: The following two paragraphs use the word "penis" a lot In any case, I somehow end up in another room back in my apartment and was about to take a shower. A black guy comes into the shower as well, and I recognize that for some reason he's my husband. He was also under the impression that today would be the first time we had sex. I was standing there naked waist down in the shower and he decided to do so as well, commenting on our penises as he did so. He moved his penis to touch mine, and when it made contact, I remember feeling this wave of revulsion. In addition, our penises afterward acted like two ends of a magnet, always repelling one another. He also made a comment about getting to put it up my butt now that we were married which I was going to not do, though I didn't know how to tell him. In any case I left the shower and turned the corner. There in another room were a group of 4 women, all of who saw us naked. We hid behind the corner and got clothed and then went back over to the women. They started talking to the black guy, while I sat in front of one of my friends (#154-26), female, playing a game of mancala. I joined the game, and she made a remark on how good she was at the game. In addition, we were cramped on this table across from one another, and everytime she moved her leg, she would somehow rub my penis in a pleasurable way. I tried to pretend I didn't notice, as I don't think she noticed, and I didn't want her to not do it, so we just talked further about the rules of mancala. I remember having trouble with some of the math, as I tried moving a marble from each different spot, as well as getting to go again, all while her rubbing my penis. So yeah... I had another dream at this point, though I can't recall quite what happened. But after this 3rd dream I had a fourth, in which I also can't quite recall what happened except for me feeding a bunny and one of my dogs bits of pop-tarts (ice cream smoothie flavored) back and forth. They would keep chewing part of my hand, and for some reason, I think it might have hurt a little. I would lightly swipe their noses saying "no, no, no" or something similar.
10:30 PM I was watching television, sitting on a ledge of a cliff of beds (the ledge was a single mattress that butted out of the main column). On the television was a series showing pornstars using their fame to raise awareness for animals. Each image displayed on the screen. Each image consisted of a hurt animal and a woman looking up, with a lot of cleavage, at the camera, in a manner such as "Shame on you." Some of the animals displayed were parrots or dogs. The pornstars would pet the animals in "sexual" ways (not to the animals themselves). At one point I believe there was talk of dead animals and necrophilia. As a side note, I do not condone this nor do I find pleasure in any of that . Later on I was looking up cars and writing SQL queries for a business (perhaps Disney). There was talk of giant corporations not needing coverage of 100% of their items. I also had a view of an angel trying to fly, or giving the illusion of flight. The view consisted of images shoddily ran through like in a flipbook. I was told by someone that by moving the angel in each image, it looks as if its flying. 3:30 AM I again attempted a WILD and had the following dream: I was walking behind a girl, naked (her as well), down a street behind another naked girl. I would accidentally brush up against her butt periodically, which resulted in me getting an erection. Suddenly she was on the other side of the street, taking a shower, and I turned away to hide myself. As I turned my eyes fell upon a field in which a lot of different people were playing around. A midget and a taller woman seemed to be in a relationship laughing around, and lots of kids were playing. At this point I was clothed and forgot about the two girls. Amongst this crowd were two pygmies playing with rockets. They would shoot fire at the ends and propel the rockets at people intentionally trying to hurt them. They were doing a poor job and the woman with the midget pulled out her own rocket launcher, shooting at a building and blowing off parts of it. The pygmies, not wanting to be shown up, decided to shoot three napalm filled rockets in quick succession. Two went off into the distance but one fell short and landed near me. I was able to avoid it, but I saw my sister was also close by. I yelled at her to get away but the napalm caught onto her skin- she turned into a piece of paper that then floated by me and burnt away. I became enraged and grabbed the pygmies by the scruff of their necks, one in each hand. I found a pond and shoved their faces in, drowning both, though I intended to only get them near drowning so I could repeat the process ad infinitum. I then grabbed a shovel and beat one of them into dust with it. Later on I was with someone, and I lamented to them about the fact that my sister not only died, but suffered greatly during the process. I turned to a tunnel and began crying, and the person with me came in and consoled me. He later described some of his own losses. I later ended up in a classroom in front of a former teacher. I was still thinking about my sister, and would have to try and stop myself from crying. The teacher then drew an odd toilet on the blackboard. It had a faucet out of the top, where the closet would usually be, and instead of a bowl, it had two drains level to one another. I believe one was for solid waste and the other for liquid. I also think the faucet was meant to serve as a bidet. The goal was to come up with a marketing strategy to discuss why someone would want to buy this toilet. I started trying to come up with reasons (I don't remember what it was), but the girl behind me decided to start dancing, followed by another dude sitting where she was and poking my head. I told him to quit, as I needed to make progress on this paper. I return home and come across my mother and my sister, unhurt. I was amazed by this, but it turned out I had an identical half-sister named Nash (I have no idea where this name came from) who died, not her. My mother began talking about a boy and his grandmother, and a similar event that happened with them (one dying presumably). During this talk I poured myself a bowl of curly fries with milk. My mother thought this was gross, but after trying a curly fry, agreed it was good. Lastly, and disjoint with the rest of the dream, I remember Madison Ivy and Geoff Ramsey with some other girl, creating a porno in a very cheesy way. He was complaining that he needed a bigger butt to rub his moustache in, which was the cue for the other girl to walk to. My view jumped from these two to an elevator I was in, with my dad. It was manually powered, and to operate it required moving a lever vertically (up to go up, down to go down). It was very fast though, and we had to be careful not to hit either the ground or ceiling. Later on I led him on my hands and knees through a scavenger hunt or something.
I was with my father out in the garage, trying to get something working for my sister. What this was exactly, I'm not sure, but I do remember thinking it was very expensive to be attempting it, and would probably be best to just buy instead. Later on I was talking to my sister and saying how we should both get really good at sword swinging, and that it would look cool in like videos and things. I remarked on how we had plastic swords, so we never had to use real ones, and would imagine myself doing "tricks." Lastly, I woke up from my bed in my dream, and got up in order to go to school. I was so tired I would "sink" through the air slowly as I fell down the stairs (at one point I was standing and just tipped forward, landing softly on my chin onto a lower step of the stairwell). I saw my mom, who was a little exasperated that it was 1:00 PM and I just got up, but I gave her a hug and said "It's all good" or something similar. She needed to take me back now, so I first went to my room and cleaned the place up a bit. I found a scrap of paper I didn't want her to find, though I don't remember what was on it, and threw it away. I was also in a huge rush, so I took off my shirt, wiped my armpits, and reapplied deodorant, as I was scared I would not be able to take a shower for a bit. Afterward I walked into the bathroom and tried fixing my hair. I noted I wasn't wearing boxers, but, for some reason, kept a rolled up piece of newspaper sticking out of my very colorful pants. My mother needed the newspaper, and I was a little worried that when she grabbed it she would notice I was going commando, but, if she did, she didn't make any comment. My hair was longer than it is now (I recently cut most of it off), and I was applying water in spots where I wanted it to go down. I walked downstairs to wait for my mother and came across two dogs, one of which I actually owned (a really annoying, but likeable, doberman) and a tiny yorkie I don't have. The dogs were extremely excitable and would keep trying to lick me everywhere. I felt like my attention was only going to the doberman, so I pushed him back to pet the other one for a bit, which he responded to negatively, growling out of jealousy. Then my stupid alarm rang (not that my dreams were particularly exciting).
I did not have any cohesive dreams tonight, and only remember fragments off the top of my head. 1. I was looking into the basement of my house and when I opened it, I noticed there were only three things. Two of the things I cannot remember, but the third was the skeletal remains of a giant octopus. (Not quite skeletal, but decaying to that point). My mother came down to take a look, and I thought she was going to comment on the smell of the dead animal but she didn't say anything about it, other than the skeleton's head is going to look goofy since its head is pointing up. It did not occur to me that an octopus does not have a skeleton. 2. I was with my sister and she wanted to take a break, so we went to a party of some sorts. There was a large pool with a lot of people, though it was kind of cold as there was a lot of shade overlooking it. Someone commented on how the entire feeling would change when the sun came out, and when it did, I could feel the heat, and everyone came to life. They started moving around the entirety of it, and I initiated a race, freestyle. While I was swimming, only my right side was moving forward, to my dismay, and I was worried on my return lap that I would either collide into the wall or other people going forward since as it was a small part of the pool we were racing in, and there were a lot of people. 3. I looked up on the ceiling of my house, and noticed my ceiling fan was sold by a company called "Succubus." I remarked that that must be how I came up with it in my PAO, and it wasn't through Diablo.
I was in a classroom with a lot of other people and somehow instantiated a competition between me and a fellow computer scientist. A woman was standing before us and decided to ask us each a series of questions Jeopardy style (on a powerpoint appeared to be a Jeopardy board). We both agreed and the questions began: Name a program in UnixWhy do people program For the first question I buzzed in quickly, as my partner didn't know anything, and said "grep, which is a regular expression tool to find..." or something similar. For the second question I responded, "To bring down the system, and similar." The subsequent questions had an additional property of being able to "own" whatever it is that you answered correctly. For example, the next question was of a girl dancing, and, while my opponent took a guess and failed, I decided not to answer as I was unsure of what to expect. I don't remember what the answer was (or if there was even a question), but I remember she was assigned a value of $60 for a date. After this I came up to a window, and tried making my old friends laugh. They were sitting on a spinning table, and I was outside peering in. In the case I remember, I had to make #9428-31 laugh, as well as #36. As they spun around, I would stare at them very seriously, and while #9428-31 maintained a straight face, #36 did not. As a result, #36 actually won and when I opened the door in between, I had to give #36 $200. As I opened the door though, a group of my friends came out, asking for an autograph. I remember writing on one of their forehead's in particular (that of #740-8421), which was incredibly pimply. I made it in and #9428-31 came and asked me to sign this piece of paper, which I did, as well as writing $200 on top. I realized I shouldn't have done that, since #36 won and told him this, to which he agreed. I noticed further down this room were people playing a variety of board games. Before going down that route, I explored the kitchenware and the shower, which were right next to each other and had no curtain. I washed my hands, remembering that the water each of us use was the same as in our dormitories. I turned around and walked back to where people were playing board games and saw #6412-91234 playing chess and #27-570214 playing #641-102 in a game of army men. #6412-91234 told me he was playing with the other two, but he didn't understand the game. My viewport jumped to them and became black and white, as one of their "army men" died, and simultaneously, #641-102 cut his finger with one of the pieces.
I was only able to sleep for about 4.5 hours tonight, but managed to have a lot of dreams. To begin with, I was out in a field, with several other people. One women, older, with red hair, was laying on a towel commenting on how her faith was strong, and she believes will carry her. Everyone else was ridiculing her to some degree, except for Steve Carrell (who was using his persona of Michael Scott from "The Office") who said he had an answer. Upon hearing this, she said something along the lines of, "Ha! I told you my faith would pan out," but it turned out Steve was merely interested in the same question, to her dismay. Steve also used his influential wealth to landscape the field into these tunnels, where we would find God ("faith," though I'm assuming he was referring to God). At this point I was the only one, carrying a flashlight, and exploring the tunnels. I would turn the flashlight into dark corners and see large beasts instead. The first time, I stumbled across a tiger, and immediately ran further into the tunnel, where I came across a spider that could spit fire. Unfortunately I hit a dead end, but the tunnel was extremely high, and I began climbing to get away. When reaching the top I see rungs of a ladder bolted into the wall, which is more metallic than the dirt wall 10 feet below. While hanging on the rungs another spider is watching me, and shoots out corrosive pustules. The previous spider also finished climbing up near the corrosive one, and began shooting fire. I'm not entirely sure how I was doing it, but I was returning the fire and pustules in a way similar to Link and Ganondork in Ocarina of Time until both spiders fell down below. After stamping out some of the fires on my shorts (in particular the shoelace piece of some gym shorts), I'm aware that I'm dreaming- I'm not entirely sure what the trigger was but things became a bit more clear. I started looking around and was aware that the rungs of this ladder only started really high up. As someone who doesn't like heights too much, I became a bit nervous but decided I would just take the leap. I hyped myself up, reassuring myself this was a dream, and jumped. As I fell, the entire place started taking on a texture similar to the ladder and transformed into a airplane hanger. I began flying around (the first time lucidly), noticing the pleasant feeling in my stomach as if I just dropped, very similar to the initial jump when skydiving. During this time I used the means of flying as a sort of dream stabilizer, constantly telling myself I'm dreaming and moving around through the air very quickly, using a swimming motion. I could also float without making any large movements, and would reassure myself I was dreaming in this manner as well. At some point I land on the ground and I stand before a fighter jet. The man in the jet already got out of the plane for me, and began strapping me in. I did not request to be velcro-ed in, and double-checked that the man also had to do the same thing. I again became a little nervous about flying, as this time it would be much higher, but lost lucidity shortly beforehand. While in the jet (no longer lucid), a group of plane stewardesses were standing by the jet. I reached out and started touching them, talking to one women in particular who seemed to know me. An unknown amount of time passes, and a documentary of some sorts starts playing, recounting the tales of some guy with a funny name in a fighter jet. It appeared the man (who was me in the past) successfully flew the plane and afterward founded a school, dying later at a ripe age of 80 something. I remember "new" me walking around the place, not particularly impressed, and stopping before three men. One man, bigger than the other two, with glasses, was standing around and trying to talk to one of the guys, who was on the phone. The third man, a much older gentleman, was trying to convince the guy on the phone they should talk together. I had a feeling that the man on the phone and the man with glasses were about to achieve something, and I was given a window on which to observe the start of the achievement. I do remember the man with glasses was a bit uncomfortable, telling the guy with the phone he should be more willing to make friends. As I continue walking around, I end up on a cliff of some sorts and there was a friend I had, playing next to a computer, transformed into a 6-year-old. I approach him and we began talking, me in a way I'd talk to a kid learning about computers, and him as an intelligent six year old. Next to the computer was a joystick of some sorts that I tried plugging in so he could play a game of planes, but the power wasn't working. We end up talking about lucid dreaming, and he tells me that he recently had one. I recounted the one I was flying in earlier, though it doesn't occur to me I'm still dreaming. I walk past him into a house, and enter my living room at home where my mom is currently measuring the status of her pregnancy (she isn't actually pregnant). I was surprised by the notion of being the oldest of three after the birth, especially considering my mom wanted to rush it as much as possible. By the end of her tests, she concluded the baby's heart was 7 times larger than my mother's stomach, which meant things were progressing at the expected rate. Later on I help my mom package these sushi rolls, though we used packaged meat instead of seafood. My mother wanted the rows to be placed tightly in a container, so that each row touched the meat of the other rows without folding over. I had no idea how to do this, and she remarked it as me being scared (i.e. "Don't be scared of the food" which she often says about things when she wants me to be more forceful with something). I don't remember how I got here, but I ended up running around in my high school (circa 10th grade), and running by some people I knew. When going down the stairs, an old friend knocked down a pencil, and followed me telling me I dropped it. I thanked her and went to use the bathroom where I decided I wanted to pull a prank. In the stall I was only wearing a shirt, holding a pair of boxers and pants in my hands. Through the stall cracks I see someone that I pranked using this method, and he sees me. I'm self-conscious about being naked on the lower half, but conclude it's not a big deal and start talking to him. During this process I put on the pants. I have no idea what the prank was. Lastly, I have an overview of Fenway Park where the Yankees (7 runs) are playing the Red Sox (6 runs). The game was close, and everyone was idolizing "Big Papi" (David Ortiz) who, though it seemed doubtful at one point, managed to get a grand slam and somehow scored all 6 runs. Everyone was cheering, and a riot of people with signs commending him was forming outside the stadium. During the 7th inning stretch (presumably), my view followed the Red Sox, and, more specifically Big Papi. Somehow he ended up standing before a podium, decked out in a confederacy uniform. This did not surprise me, nor warrant my attention- I simply made a note of it. Considering I haven't been lucid for a good amount of time, and the night where I first post here I end up being lucid, I think this site has a lot of potential, at the very least in making me more aware of my dreams. Looking forward to more! - Josh