07.11.2013NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Estava em um ônibus, sentado com a Ju do meu lado. Ela reparava em um cara com cara de drogado atrás da gente, e chegava a dizer isso. Eu olhava e via o Hermes de cabelo curto. O ônibus estava na ponte sentido Piratininga.
Updated 11-13-2013 at 01:47 PM by 66176
Original journal entry dated Feb. 22, 2002: Ok, to begin with, I had a nightmare (what's new?) that I lived all alone in a weird dorm with a basement that had creepy stuff in it. I had a cat, too, but wasn't supposed to. It was a very sweet cat. It was like Abby, only gray. Then my dream shifted, and I dreamt I was a grandmother. We had packed our two grandchildren (both boys) up into the car when I noticed that one of them looked sort of funny. As in, you know. Headless. So, naturally, I started shrieking at the top of my lungs until my husband came over and showed me he was ok. Apparently, I'd been mistaken (about him being, like, headless). Then I looked over and the OTHER one was missing the same vital part of his anatomy. So, again, I flipped out. At the end of the dream, it turned out that I'd been hallucinating... not that this was much comfort. The worst part about the nightmare was that I'd wake up, look around, check what time it was, then go to sleep and resume the same horrible dream. This continued from about 7 a.m. until 9:30.
I knew I had a couple, but I can only remember one dream. I'm surprised I could recall a dream based on how little sleep I got, much less one as vivid, though. Anyways... I dream that I'm on a wooden ship, and I'm part of a guild or kung-fu school. I'm the senior-most student/member of our guild on the ship, and we are all dressed in light blue robes and white pants. We are in the middle of being boarded by a rival guild/bandit ninjas, who is dressed similarly to us, save for more black in their motif. They are after something on our ship, and Dream Knowledge says whether or not they find it, they are leaving no witnesses. Shit just gots real! At this point, they have breached the lower deck, and are surging up a flight of stairs, where two of my guild mates and I are defending the top. Everyone is fighting with oars (hence my theory we are on a ship), and using them like spears. It also happens we are all expert oar-fighters, which, I guess is a thing. My guild mates are fighting their boarding leader, who is also their senior-most student/member. He's a smug bastard. Despite the numbers and higher ground, it's clear my guild mates are just being toyed with by that guy, who is fighting with one-hand behind his back. I help where I could, but I'm also pre-occupied with their number two guy, who is a fat, grinning idiot who somehow made it past the stairs. He reminds me of the fat bad guy from Full Metal Alchemist. He somehow knows my every move, and all I can do is keep him at bay. Dream Knowledge tells me they have more guys near their level, and I'm the only guy on our side who can fight any of them one-on-one; therefore, it's imperative we hold them here. I feel crummy now, since my guild mates really wanted to help, but I dreamed them to be such pushovers. I also fight their leader, who backhand-compliments me about being good for something something. What a dick. My alarm proceeds to wake me at 5:30 to work for the next 15 hours. Death at the hands of smug dicks would've been more preferable.
Updated 11-13-2013 at 05:59 AM by 66359
I had this dream maybe a week or two ago. I was standing at the bottom of a cliff, looking at the top of the cliff. I saw what appeared to be a lion and among it were other wild animals. Then all of a sudden the animals were below the cliff, near me. They were fighting and a black panther appeared. Its back was facing me and had its teeth in another animal. Maybe the panther was protecting me. (I changed my avatar to a panther because of this dream... )
I woke up around 4:19am last night. I remembered my dad was driving me somewhere in his car. I remembered playing texas holdem in like an online setting but the game was in my face. The graphics of the game were kinda strange...
This was a very strange dream in that it was a "sequel" to another dream that I must've had some time ago. I will tell the dream I had last night, then follow up with the sequel. Anyways, it started off with some dream about me and my mother. She was helping me to apply to an art college. But that part of the dream actually came to me as sort of faded. The first thing I really remember, when I really remember imagery and such was when we had walked outside. Everything was set for the application process, and we were leaving. The outside was grey and gloomy, and we were in some urban area with a number of tall, old looking buildings in the backdrop. Rockets started falling from the sky and hitting the nearby buildings. We ran about a block or two until we got to our family van. We ended up having to climb in the back as we drove away. (My father being the one driving.) I couldn't help but notice that the van was stocked with survival supplies. (Water, Food, A couple of rifles.) We drove for a long while. My dad said something about going to see his old friend. I think it was one of his former colleagues from work. We eventually got out away from the city into the countryside where we arrived at this man's residence. Apparently, he was a nuclear physicist and astronomer. He had this lab that doubled as an observatory out in the woods. It was this big metal building that housed all of his experiments, as well as his collection of telescopes. I couldn't help but notice that he didn't have a legitimate workbench. This looked more like a showroom, because there were no spare parts or tools anywhere in sight. I browsed his lab for a minute, mostly looking at his collection of nuclear reactors. Most of them were devices of varying shapes and colors, but about the size of a microwave oven or a small child. Also, each one was supposedly powered by a different radioactive element. My dad and his friend were very interested in his prize reactor. It was quite a bit bigger than the others, maybe about 8 feet around. My dad said that he wanted to detonate the core and kill all of us. [And this was where I recalled another dream, where my dad had set the same nuclear core to explode a long time ago. We had set a timer on it, and stayed near it for several hours while we awaited our impending deaths. A also vividly remembered the location we were in when this happened. It was a very odd cliff-side location with these strange rocks placed all around. There was short, vivid green grass, and the sun was locked on the horizon, never setting or rising. Then, minutes before the core actually exploded, my father realized that he did not want to die with his family. (I don't know why we were committing suicide) and we had to work frantically to disable the core, and we ended up disabling it seconds before it actually detonated.] Anyways, I reminded him of that story, and it seemed to make him decide that in the end he didn't want to blow all of us up. I think it was interesting that I had this dream on the same night that I was planning on doing a "Breaking Barriers" Focus on Recall. Just in case the same sort of thing happens tomorrow, I just want everyone to know what's next. Tonight, I'm focusing on... Focus, Keeping a clear head and remembering a dream vividly. To me, this may be the most difficult step, since this seems to be the barrier that has built up the most over the past few years.
Updated 08-27-2014 at 08:01 PM by 53527
LUCID NON-DREAM I was sleeping in my girlfriend's house, sleeping next to her ... Sleep paralysis occured, dream scene formed. I found I stand up from my body in her room. I went outside , I could feel the touch of the door knob ... I saw my gf's dad and her sister watching the TV and talking. But noone could see me. Returned back to the body. 2nd and 3rd time woke up from the body I found myself talking to my gf about something I forgot .... 3rd time woke up, because this wasn't in my room so I was kindof scared of what if negative entities approach me.... ? So I made up a SWORD by myself (my mind created it!) This was awesome... And I asked "God" or "higher power" to send divine energy to the sword.... And I saw a golden light enter and lighten my sword ! That was awesome... Then I created a SHIELD and did the same thing to it ... But then the excitement made me wake up for real
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #162: One More Season I'm lying in bed, waiting to fall asleep. I can hear an episode of Breaking Bad playing somewhere in the room, and after a moment start catching visual flashes of the program itself. Walt and Jesse are driving somewhere, Jesse at the wheel. Hank and Gomez are surveiling them somehow, listening to every word that they say. Spoiler for Breaking Bad Spoilers: Spoiler for Seriously: I realize that it's strange for Hank to now be alive again, although I don't consider it odd for Walt to be back from the dead. I realize that this might all be a dream. I rub my hands together, and audio from the episode continues while I'm laying in the void. Jesse swerves close to a nearby car and a panicked Walt chastises him for being so careless. Hank signals something to Gomez and one other DEA guy. I start up some repetitive motions, mostly swinging my right arm. I do this for a good while, just trying to prepare myself and enjoy the audio as it continues on without a picture. After I've done this for long enough, I feel ready to take some action. I will myself to roll out of bed and I stand up as my left leg oozes to the ground. My right leg, unfortunately, remains stuck and I'm unable to walk. I hop forward on my left foot, but my right leg stays clamped to the bed, apparently stretching far enough to allow me to get several feet away from the bed and close to the corner of the room. All the while, I keep hearing audio from the Breaking Bad episode. Finally I let go of the idea that my leg is stuck to the bed and generally stop thinking about my leg at all. Now I feel free to move. I look in the corner of the bedroom to see a bicycle leaned against the wall where my work desk would normally be. I approach the bike, thinking it might be fun to ride it around the house, but the dream ends before I can get there.
Updated 11-13-2013 at 12:56 AM by 57387
Original entry dated Feb. 18th, 2002: I dreamed that I woke up and pressed my hand against my forehead. My skin was moving. You know how it feels when goldfish (or any other sort of fish, except for maybe piranhas and oscars) nibble at your fingers? It felt like that - all over my forehead - dozens of tiny moist nibbles. I got up and looked in the mirror. My forehead was covered in dozens of tiny red... mouth-things... only without teeth. Moist, cherry-red little mouths, each about the size of a pimple, gapping open and closed and each of them making tiny peeping sounds like baby chicks. I couldn't stand looking at them, or bringing my hands anywhere near my face - I just wanted to gouge them off... ...I went to the doctor, and they were apparently some sort of parasitic infection. I learned that, unfortunately, it spread really fast and through skin-contact. There was only one way to treat them, too. The doctor had to inject each mouth - individually - with an antibiotic ointment. It wasn't so much painful as disgusting. When they died, they shriveled up and fell out in tiny brown balls, leaving dozens of tiny, deep holes in my forehead. Original entry dated Feb. 19th, 2002: Last night I had a dream that I visited a tribe in some sort of jungle-type place. One of the tribe elders had died and I came to attend the funeral. I believe I was an ex-member of the tribe, or else the daughter of an ex-tribe member. I know that I was blonde. I couldn't quite understand their customs, and was an outsider. At one point, after the funeral, I wound up climbing a MASSIVE jungle tree to get a hibiscuslike red flower. I can't remember why. It was used in some sort of tribal medicine. I just remember that all of the colors in the dream were very, very vivid.
well I am at an anti circumcision protest (because i'm hardcore against it) and we are all listening to this one women speak about it and shit, and then we are at this hospital and all of the new mums seemed to be choosing not to cut because we were there telling them not to and shit. and then i'm at home watching TV and this stupid bitch comes on the TV making all these mean jokes about it (circumcision) and i got so angry i threw a pair of scissors at the TV and broke it, then i am outside of the house and i am walking around with one of my mates and we see this doctor in a white lab coat and we knock her to the ground and i cut out her eyes with a knife and start stabbing her in every place that will cause her pain but keep her alive so i can torture her for as long as possible and when she is finally near death i cut her throat real deep you can almost see her spinal cord it was a real painful dream like emotionally, i think its because i just really care about the subject and i often get things that i really think or care about during the day come into my dreams
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #161: The Journey Mural I'm walking around in the kitchen with Wife, carrying a baby girl and lamenting the fact that my previous lucid dream was too short. I look over to see that the microwave timer is counting down from 59. "A short lucid dream is better than nothing, isn't it?" asks Wife. I figure she's right. I look back at the timer again and notice that it's now counting 2... 1... and then blanks out completely. I realize that everything about this is odd and I become lucid. The baby girl has vanished and I no longer hear Wife saying anything. I guess they've both left the scene. I move toward the closest exit (the back door) but it looks oppressively dark in that direction. The dream is not feeling stable to me and I don't feel like my cognitive abilities are all there. I turn back toward the living room, slowly moving past the dining room table, through the living room toward the front door. The darkness presses down on me the entire time, and I feel like I'm slowing down. I suddenly notice that I'm having trouble breathing. I try again and can't manage more than a few gasps. The whole experience is starting to make me nervous, and I start wondering if I just need to make the dream more vivid to make these problems go away. A picture on the wall catches my eye. In waking life, it's a stylized world map. But in this dream, it looks more like some kind of abstract mural, similar to the artwork you find in the video game Journey. There are 3 or 4 robed figures at the bottom of what looks like a multi-story building. As I approach the painting, I see the robed figures stir just a bit as if they're alive. I'm still not breathing, but I hope that if I can somehow just change the scene everything will be okay. I rub my hands together for a moment and then reach for the painting, intending to dive into it. The robed figures stir to greater activity, the painting becoming a larger and larger part of my vision... but the dream ends.
I don't really recall my dreams from last night, which is sort of disappointing. I'm making an entry in order to keep up the habit of making an entry, and also in case I recall anything throughout the day (which happens).
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #160: Siberian Stache I have a false awakening and get up out of bed. Wife stays snuggled under the covers. It's daylight outside and it feels like we badly overslept. Our female Siberian Husky "K" is sitting by the door, slouched over lazily and panting. Something feels off about this and I realize that I'm dreaming. Wife gestures at K (the dog) and asks, "What's she doing here?" Even from several feet away, I notice that K's whiskers look oddly thick and prominent. The effect reminds me of a mustache, so I do this thing with my fingers where I "paint" a mustache in the air. When I'm done, she has a thick, brown handlebar mustache. I laugh a bit at this and K looks back at me, seemingly crestfallen from behind her enormous mustache. I feel ready to go fly around and for some reason decide I should take the dog with me. As I approach K to pick her up, Wife says, "Wouldn't you rather take [E]?" (Our oldest son.) "Oh, is he here?" I ask. And of course, there he is, standing close by in our room. I look up at the ceiling and it's gone -- there's just open sky overhead. I prepare to take flight, but the dream ends.
I found myself running down a bunch of tents toward a Great Wall with Frodo and Sam, my brother sam was also with me running down the dirt road lined with tents. As we were running a bunch of orcs stepped out and gave chase. Gollum was also chasing us and as we were about to be caught a massive slug thing appeared and we jumped on it. He pulled us away from our attackers to a swampy thing and descended into it. We were stuck and our attackers stopped at the edge and watched us get covered in the stuff. I suddenly jerked out of this and ran toward the wall shedding the skin like substance. The attackers gave chase and my brother said "the door that is open today is the one that says "queen" in Latin. We found it and unlatched the door just in time. We stumbled into a room with a fat guy and a family there and they didn't move they just looked on. (I think I woke up for a very short time) then suddenly I was above and behind the attackers who were now in full force attacking the wall. I saw a massive creature slam itself into the wall making it half it's height as archers shot it from the wall and suddenly I was back in my body inside the wall. Enemies were busting in the doors and I ran up a flight of stairs and stood in a coner of another flight. I saw people run down the stairs in towels and they slammed against the wall looking up. Then I woke up ... dream 2: I was in a house and we were having a party when Logan came up to me and kissed me so I took her upstairs and as we were laying in bed I woke up
04.11.2013NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Eu estava em uma grande reunião de irmãos da CCB. Olhava para cima e via o céu mais estrelado da minha vida. Saía para tentar mostrar pra minha esposa e me perdia. Acabava nos fundos da casa da minha tia Regina, trancado. A escada dos fundos estava faltando os últimos degraus, então eu saí me pendurando. Saía pela frente da casa e via que havia alguém no quarto, e a luz estava acesa. No portão encontrei uma irmã de saia jeans longa, blusinha rosa claro, cabelo preso, por volta de 40-50 anos, e seu marido dizendo que o bairro é perigoso, e se alguém me vir pulando o muro pode estranhar. Saía da casa e era abordado por 2 homens em uma moto que tentavam me matar. Eu fugia me jogando em uma grande ladeira parecida com um escorregador. Pegava um ônibus com um motorista louco que quase batia em tudo. Tinha uma criança sentada do meu lado conversando com a mãe sobre o seu aniversário e as bexigas da festa que farão.
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