Last night was weird. Went to bed early and stop using my lap two hours before. Had three dreams, all in different time sections. But it seems that all three were about traveling. After waking up I recall two of them, but then I forgot. I was completely blind, the more I try to recall them I couldn't. Then I put my mind on getting ready for work and just like that I remembered the two dreams.... plus another one I had but didn't remember when i recall the first time.
Dream 1(fragments): I was playing some video game and there was something about dragons, then i talked to MC and game turned to be more like spiral knights. Dream 2(fragments): I was at some place with trenches and wooden barricades.
A few weird dreams/fragments... First, aliens were invading the planet. They came through this weird, purple tornado-ish tube thing. Nobody cared all that much, really. In fact, I was more worried about sending a friend a message on FB because we agreed to see each other on Friday (in real life), and I wanted to make sure she hadn't forgotten. Then, a dream. We were having a family dinner at what looked like the apartment we used to live before we moved to our current house. It's not really that apartment, it's the dream version of it (it always looks somewhat the same). Anyway, it was a birthday dinner for my mother. She had gone to the kitchen to get the cake when my grandmother (my dad's mother) spilled coffee on the table and on the floor. My dad was all "I can handle this!" and he did... by throwing his wine glass all over it. My mum came back from the kitchen (...without the cake), looked at the mess and was like "what happened here!?" We all laughed cause she was obviously fake-mad. Except that she wasn't. She lost it and started shouting "THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD NIGHT FOR ME AND YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!! LOOK AT THIS!!! LOOK AT THE TOWELS!!! THEY'RE STAINED AND THEY'RE EXPENSIVE AND NOW I LOST THEM ALL!!!" I looked at what she was talking about and my dad had found some tiny towels that people leave in the bathroom to dry your hands and he put them all over the coffee/wine stains. My mum kicked everyone out. Then another fragment... I was living in a weird world where people made experiments to other people. I don't remember much, but I remember that two professors of mine were trapped on the floor and they had their feet burnt. It was all very sick.
I was looking for a spot to build kinda like in mc and when my fried bryan and i finally found a spot we took it and started to clear off the trees. as soon as we where almost done with that my friend grant comes over and says (he does not like you here" i knew he was talking about a spirit because he is always trying to astral project and i figued he had just been communicated with the spirits near by so my friend grant told me to leave and i did so asap to avoid the wrath of a spirit. I remember just of feeling of shear terror. so my friend bryan and i moved on as quickly as possible.
It started off with me and a few other people (some of them I think I knew) investigating a secluded woodland area that seemed to be way at the back of the woods. They were all standing around something, either talking about or to it. I came forward to see. I was shocked to discover that it was a small, green-skinned alien (or at least I think it was an alien) with large, childishly curious yellow/green eyes. His attention was fixed solely on me. This scared me more than anything. I turned and began to run. It didn't seemed to matter how fast I ran, every time I turned around it was there, staring at me with that same curious expression. I continued to run but as I did I heard someone say that it didn't matter how much I ran it would always find me. He seemed friendly enough but I was still deathly afraid. Despite what I was told, I still kept running. I had to climb over a stack of chopped down trees. I remember that despite my fear I was impressed at how flawlessly I ran along this large tree trunk. I felt as though my lack of clumsiness came from how desperate I was to get away from this thing. I don't remember in detail, exactly what happened after that, but I knew what happened. There was a brief period where he seemed to have left me alone. Then one day I was walking out of a small building with a white roof that was next to a large wooded area with tall trees. I was walking along a path that led from the building towards a wired fence. When I was far enough away from the building, he showed up at my side. By this point I had the vague sensation that he had been pursuing me for a while and that I had deemed him not a threat, but was still wary-until now. This time when I saw him he had changed form completely. Now he was tall, lean and muscular with fair skin and even fairer blonde/white hair. He was wearing army pants and a white vest. This was the first time I'd seen him this way and I liked it. I certainly felt a lot more comfortable around him, in fact I think I was beginning to return his affection. He wanted to show me his spaceship, which was nearby. On the way he picked me up and put me on his shoulder (which I enjoyed). He and I started talking about me going with him to his home planet. After that things became a bit of a blur again. The next bit I remember was the second most frightening. It was late in the afternoon and I was outside my house when a mob descended towards my house. When I say a mob I think it may have been the entire town. I think they may have been carrying lit torches. For a moment I felt completely alone and then suddenly I was on top of my neighbors house and he was with me. It was at this point I realized not only could he turn invisible but he could also fly. I was scared for my family and convinced him we should lead the mob away, so he picked me up in his arms and away we went. Once again things became a bit blurry except I knew we were on the run. Then we were at this shopping mall that me and my family have been going to for years. We were sneaking through. I was tucked under his arm as he jumped from shelf to shelf, keeping us both invisible. In the parking lot I saw my parents next to a moving truck. I was overjoyed to see them. I think we had just run into them by accident. It was a bright and sunny day. We sat in the back of the truck, me and him. I remember the texture of the wood. It was old and faded with lot's of lines in it. I also noticed that there weren't that many boxes. I learnt from my family that they had had to leave in a hurry. After some complaints from my sister, I managed to convince him to go back to my house to collect the rest of our things. He agreed. I figured it would be the last place people would think to look. He flew us back there under the cloak of invisibility. Once there I grabbed as many things as I could. I felt bad for him, not only would he be having to carry me and keep me invisible, but also the stuff I would be carrying. I'd managed to grab quite a few things when once again a mob showed up, only this time as it was the daylight hours there were no lit torches. We managed to get out of there with the stuff but it was tough. Once we were at my families new house, I was taken back by how idyllic it was. It was made entirely out of wood, though several interior rooms and the garden looked just like our old ones. It was after seeing how my family had managed to rebuild their lives in my abscence that I realized I no longer had a place in their lives. It was when a visiting maid nearly saw me that I decided to go back with my alien friend to his home planet. The last part of the dream was us flying towards the sky, passing some trees on the way. As we got higher, a giant cloud in the shape of the titanic (or a ship like that) came into view, making me wonder if we were heading towards an alternate or parallel universe. That was when the dream ended. When I woke up, my throat was dry, my temples were pounding, my chest hurt, every muscle in my body was sore and I was sweating. I have seen him again in my dreams, four times. The first three times he was in human form, the forth time he was in reptilian form. These were only fleeting moments though, but I know it was him. I never found out his name.
Pre bed: 200mg valerian Total sleep time: 5 1/2hrs, external factors, very tired Early fragment: many iPhones Early fragment: I am talking to someone about how I'm about to ld Woken up, WBTB, insomnia Fragment: some sort of toy head that is spinning in the water LD fragment: I am in our old place and see lots of people on the stairs, including an older lady who passed away years ago. After seeing her, it dawns on me that it's a dream. I make a sound to acknowledge the fact that I recognize her as a dream sign (also for the first time!). Not sure if I said something or not to her or others there, but I head down the stairs and exit the building. I think about visiting my friend but this time decide to go to his work since it's really close. I am on the street now, but feel that the dream is starting to destabilize, so take a moment to fix that. I remember the behave as if real life, but can't figure out how to apply this at the moment. Instead, I turn back to where the fence is and start touching the stone, feeling the surface. It doesn't do the trick and I feel I have very little time left so I just observe whatever is in front of me as I see and feel the dream as if made of liquid energy (same image but like underwater) being gently sucked in an unknown direction until it turns to a light feeling in my head and I find myself in bed.. DEILD: I remain still and fall asleep more from being tired than from trying to DEILD. Yet, I end up in an ld that I unfortunately no longer can recall. Not very nice but it happens. LD: After the previous dream fades, I find myself in darkness, but it's actually a room. It takes a while but then I can see just a bit better to orientate myself, confirm by the feel of it that this is a dream and that I am in our place. I am slightly amazed since I don't get many lds here. I go to the living room and decide I will phase out the window and press myself against it. However, it feels way too solid, I know I can do it and refuse to believe it's not working so push myself forward. Nothing. I become confused, thinking I may actually be sleepwalking around the house. I decide to go out the good old fashioned way - through the door. I am thinking about doing a quick review of the dreams so that I don't forget. A guy appears in front of me, sitting on the couch. He is quite a good mirror of my thoughts and emotions. Initially, he looks menacing, but as I contemplate what to do here and have a moment of sexy thoughts, he immediately becomes more appealing, making gestures with his hands "come here". Then I tell myself to calm down, inhale exhale metaphorically, sit and relax and he stares at me neutrally. I am thinking something about the previous dream and wonder if I have performed some tricks to enhance this dream's stability. I wonder if I tried to go to bed in the dream as a way to change the scene and since I feel kind of stuck here, I decide that I will try to do that now. As I go to sleep, the guy lies behind me, pretending he is falling asleep too. I fidget way too much, also get a few moments of are my eyes open or closed, and don't try to open them, until I finally succeed to move my physical leg and wake up. I woke up but couldn't takes notes on time as I involuntarily fell asleep again.
Updated 08-29-2013 at 10:09 PM by 61764
I was walking around in a city with a girl (that I know IRL), we were friends and had decided to go exploring. But it eventually became more of an adventure date. I remember us walking across this huge dark concrete bridge, seeing skyscrapers in the distance. We passed by a small trapdoor that read "XS (as in extra small) storage". The girl shuddered and explained she once had to hide in one of these that was on a train. She had done that since she didn't had a ticket, she said it was horribly crammed and one of her worst experiences ever. We walked across the bridge and ended up walking past an old abandoned mining complex. We decided to explore it, even though we knew it was illegal, and climbed across the fence that surrounded it. The place were painter mostly in grey, and with large 2-3 storage buildings. I remember the terrain was that of a desert. But when I entered there I ran into Nale, from the linear guild! It is a fictional character from a online comic called "order of the stick". We talked about something, and it ended with him attacking and killing me while I was trying to protect the girl. But then I loaded a previous save and returned to the point when I just met Nale! For some reason I saw the world with an UI like Dragon age 2! (probably because I was playing the game the entire other day :p) Like in DA 2 I got several choices of what to do, and I managed to choose the one that allowed me to talk my way through the situation. I don't remember what I said, but he replied "well played!" and summoned me to follow him into the building. He then called for Thog, another member of the linear guild, and he came. He was grumpy and complaining and pushed past all of us.
08-29-2013 -- [Short dream with not too much to it, that turned out to be quite detailed and long.] Something about cats, other animals, and possibly digging holes in the back yard at the Hickory house. Something else about BC being around. Then I find myself in a classroom setting. It feels very like a high school class, though the teacher is Julie Davey. No idea what the subject is. I've just finished a test of some sort, and it seemed somewhat quick and simple. I seem to be spending the time afterward brainstorming some fiction writing or something, perhaps a Victor story, when Julie comes by for my test, surprised I am done so quickly. I explain I think I did quite well, and she agrees, knowing how I always seem to test pretty well, and I start rummaging through my things until I come across the newspaper clipping we were supposed to be reviewing after the test. Glancing at the picture, wondering what it is about, I see almost a full-size model of a rocket, made out of huge balloons, and am thinking how I've made a similar ship out of a 160 and a bee body many times. Julie looks at the clock, and it is just a couple of minutes before 5:30, so she tells us to start gathering our things, and get back to a more usual seating arrangement than the random groupings we'd been in. I end up sitting next to a cute blonde, waiting for the last couple of minutes to end, and we somehow seem to be talking about how about half the class had left at 1:30. Perhaps it was an optional class or something. Class is soon over, and I find myself approaching Dale's house. I almost seem to be floating over the Nabisco plant to reach his driveway. (Considering later in the dream I am lucid and do some flying, perhaps I was flying here, as well.) I am driving a car, but as I approach their driveway, I remember something about them repaving it, and I walk up carrying my motorcycle, trying to get it on the strip of grass next to the paved driveway, where all their cars are parked, right now. (In real life, that strip of grass is at most a foot and a half wide.) I find myself passing three animals that seem to look a lot like wolves, and I am a little worried, but not much. Then they shift and sit up, then start to hop off, and I realize they aren't wolves, but kangaroos, and wonder what the heck they are doing in Buena Park? Somehow I seem to be soaked, so I am taking off my pants and shirt and dropping them on the cycle, and wrapping myself in a big gray towel. About that time, Kevin wanders out of the house, says a couple of sentences of what seems to be gibberish, and then climbs in a car and drives off, which worries me. (He's not allowed to drive.) I open the door to the house and walk in, only thinking about what I might walk into to barging into somebody else's house without knocking after I get inside, so I kind of bashfully knock on the wall. Fred and Betty are in the living room, and they don't seem to have minded my walking right in. I spot odd movement on the floor, and find myself looking at an odd white and pink puppy that seems to be a cross between a bijon and a poodle, though the coloring looks like some of the white and pink snakes I saw pictures of on the internet a few months ago. Soon I see two more wiggling out from under the blank. I ask Betty "You got new dogs?", kind of surprised. She tells me they don't know if they will keep them. I have brought a cheap pizza with me, and open the refrigerator to put it in there, and see they have maybe 3/4 of a huge 26 inch party pizza from Ciro's sitting in there, pepperoni and sausage. Wish I'd known ... I wouldn't have bothered with the lousy one I got. I'm thinking I have to see if I can snag a couple of slices. Meanwhile, I am trying to find Dale, so I walk a few feet down the corridor to his room, but when I glance inside, he has a couple of girls in there, with him. [Not doing anything wrong ... this isn't that kind of dream.] I'm thinking about razzing him about it, until I realize I am still walking around wrapped in a towel, and decide I had better get some clothes on. It seems today is a big ball game of some sort, and they have a lot of people over to see it. I walk outside, wanting to get my clothes, but somehow the area has changed a little, and I have to climb a fence (like we were going to visit Bertha) to get back to where my motorcycle is parked, I finally find it, and grab my blue shirt and start putting it on, just to discover I am putting it on over the top of another one. Somehow a shirt and pants just appeared on my body, and I realize I am dreaming. I try to hop the fence back to Dale's, but somehow I seem to be being pulled in the opposite direction. So I leap up and try to fly, and manage the flying, but am getting sucked at high speed toward what was the Nabisco plant. I go crashing through a wall, and find myself standing in a room surrounded by people. It seems I have somehow been kind of summoned, as I am now surrounded by lots of people, and they have called me to be a candidate, as they try to figure who they want as their candidate for president. There are a bunch of other candidates as well, and they are talking to people, making speeches, and all of them are holding on to their wives. Every one. I look around and see an attractive blonde (she kind of looks like Reese Witherspoon) watching everything, and I grab her and pull her to me, just kind of joking around. She turns to tell me off, and our eyes meet, and wow! It's like we suddenly know everything about each other. Her head kind of tilts to the side as she studies me, and a small grin starts to form on her face before I lean in and give her a gentle kiss, then wrap my arm around her shoulder. We're now a couple, and very happy to have found each other. But she is working here, and has things to do, so I have to let her go for a time. The others and I are writing speeches and songs or something, and I am singing a little ditty I've been working on. It's not fabulous, but it's not too bad, either. But one of the others makes a really nasty comment about it. I turn to him, ready to rip into his song, but I don't really want to run that kind of a campaign, so I have to settle for simply telling him his needs some work, too. Besides, I don't really have all that much interest in singing some kind of political song. Instead, I decide I want to sing to my new love, and am trying to remember the words to a song I wrote about 18 years ago called Love with Me. In waking life I can remember it fine, but in the dream, it was a struggle. Meanwhile, I have no voice, so I am not going to be able to sing well, but I hope the words (and the fact that I wrote it) will still have meaning to her. Dale is here, as well, and we are wandering around the convention, and for some reason I am carrying a fire hose with me, though it isn't spraying. We're just approaching a stadium, and preparing to look for seats, and I am wondering just how much length this hose has, as I've dragged it a pretty far distance by this time. My new girlfriend shows up, and I drape my arm around her shoulder, lean my head against her, and just relax in the wonderful feeling of having her there next to me.
This was yesterday morning. On my phone so I'll be brief. I WILDed early, around 7am I think. After the vibrations, I knew I was dreaming, but I couldn't move my dream body, and I couldn't see. But I was able to imagine that I was gently rolling off the bed, and I landed on my feet on the bedroom floor and I could see. I went straight to the floor and pushed my face through. A tunnel to hell formed, but it was quiet, dark, and not much fire. Which actually seemed more creepy. I called down "I'm coming down!!" and I saw the devil poke his head into the tunnel and turn to look up at me. His eyes reflected light, and I was scared for a moment. My fear caused the devil to change into a more docile form (CL if you're reading this, we need to talk about how emotions really drive the dream setting and characters). Anyway, the devil turned into a chubby old black lady, still with the eyes though. I yelled for a rope to appear, and started down, but I woke up. I deilded and did the exact same thing, only I tried to summon beers on the way down, woke up again. Deilded again, this time skipped hell and went into the kitchen. I went blind on the way, but I could still feel so I kept walking and made it to the kitchen and got my sight back. I saw an old woman looking in my fridge, and I recalled the basic task! I asked her the meaning of life and she said "I am a good ___ and a good leader." I didn't hear the first work so I asked her to repeat. She said "I am a good dad, and a good leader." Lol ok. I woke up.
I know that I'm posting a lot, but I would like t tell you what I think my first memorable dream was. I was six, the same age where I had my first and oddly lucid dreams. I believe it was a strange memory from the past, it was about my aunt and uncles wedding, which happened long before I was born. It was a scene where people were sitting outdoors in rows of chars, like they were in the real wedding, or so my parents told me. I saw everything up to the PM kissing, where the image busted into golden flowers and run faded. I also remember it so clearly, another reason I think it may have been important.
So, thought my life, I have had three dreams I might consider lucid dreams. One was also a false awakening, which you can read about in another entry. I woke up in a different room, realized I was actually dreaming, and was terrified. I also remember having one around the same time that may have been a lucid dream, I was again, trying to get out of it. I knew what I was doing but somehow couldn't get out. I dunno. Then I had another, but I honestly forgot what it was about. I also think these are lucid dreams because even after 7 years, I still remember the fragments clearly, in perfect detail.
I wanted topmost, one time when I was six or so, I had my first first false awakening. I think it may have also been a lucid dream. I woke up in a room that wasn't mine from another dream, it was purple. I couldn't escape. I even realized that I was dreaming, which you can read about in other entries.
I was in my house, of course a different setting nowhere I have ever been before. A homeless dude came up to us (I think he was African-American) and he asked to stay with us on a stormy night. For some reason, my parents accepted, and then he stayed with us. At midnight, I woke up and noticed that he was gone and so was one of my chihuahuas. I remember thinking that he ate the female one, Bella. I woke up everyone, and we were, well up. I'm not sure what happened for a while, but eventually, he came up t us and tried to convenes us that he was good. Again, my parents accepted him and he came back, then did something mean again. He did this several times throughout my dream. My parents stayed at my aunt's house, and left me home-alone with the guy in the house, I was very afraid. I remember ransoms notes, not for anything. I woke up laying down sideways on my bed, very cold, and terrified. Any ideas what this means? Please help!
Near Dark, back when Homer's actual age was close to his apparent age. He and Jesse are in a motel room with a guy who appears to be a friend - not like them, exactly, but not someone they intend to kill either. This guy's offering to teach Homer to play poker, and Homer says he already knows, but it's no fun because he has to give Jesse all the money he wins afterward. (Woke up at 5:51 am, after going to bed at 4:30. Back to sleep.) A young man has somehow traveled to another world, one populated almost entirely by vampires. They subsist off each other's subpar blood, donations are required and a vital part of the economy. Unaware of any of this, the guy from another world has walked into a store run by this world's equivalent of a friend of his, the magician who sent him here. She isn't a magician in this reality, and can't help him. It takes her a while to realize that he's human, they're so rare and unexpected, but she can smell his blood and when she figures it out, she has him in a trance before he realizes he's in danger. At that moment, her equivalent in his reality pulls him back to his own world - but the vampire follows him. (Woke at 7:37. Back to sleep.) A fragment of a scene involving Dracula, theater, and mythogenesis, using that term specifically. A woman genetically engineered as a mate for a certain clone. The clone leads a double life, with a job and a wife who is unaware that he's anything other than a normal human, but he's also in close contact with the doctor who created both him and his 'brother', who he is somewhat obsessed with, and he suspects his genetically-engineered mate is secretly in love with that 'brother' - the brother is entirely unaware of any of this and believes himself a perfectly normal human, although the genetically engineered woman has recently appeared in his life and dropped some cryptic hints. The clone pulls the genetically engineered woman into his lap, which she tolerates, and demands that she tell him why she likes him, him specifically, "not the other one." She, with a charming accent I can't place, says it doesn't matter, and it's clear she's bored with his insecurity and instability. (Woke at 9:40. Back to sleep.) Three people whose lives are connected, although only one of them realizes it. The first: A young man who recently beat cancer, legal guardian of his two younger sisters. One of them's been acting out in school recently and he's jokingly threatened her with calling in his biological mother, a woman who works with delinquents. But he is seriously wondering whether he should arrange for them to get together casually and talk - he doesn't mind her skipping classes but he's worried about what's going on in her mind. The second: A teenage girl in a cancer ward, the same place where that man had been treated. Her death has been predicted to fall within the range of (the note said either Apr. or Aug., I couldn't tell which) 10-24. She has nightmares where this death is accompanied by a swarm of wasps. She doesn't fear death, but she hates wasps. The third, and the one who is aware of the connection: A man who visits the hospital and watches the girl and the angel who lives there. The angel's voice can shatter glass, and it's going to kill this man someday - but it won't do anything until after that girl's death. (Woke at 12:10.)
(Copied from Workbook)August 29, 2013 Method: MILD & WBTB (DILD) Total sleep time 8 1/2 Legend: RED LUCID Thank you GOD...Success! Ok, you may think that I am over reacting, but I have been in a (dare I say it out loud?)...dry spell. I was dreaming that I was walking around someone's house and I did a RC to see if I can go through a wall and I did! I calmed down and stabilized the dream by focusing on my surroundings. I came out of the wall still in the same room as on the other side. I wanted to remember my task regarding how the wall felt so, I went back through the wall, but this time slowly. My task is to described how it felt and the only thing I can think of as a comparison is attempting to go through a wet sponge...not really wet, but there was some type of thick resistance. My next goal was to fly so I imagined I was Superman (arm pointed upward and all ) and told myself to fly. I did fly, but I didn't go far and I slowly floated back down like a feather and I started to wake up from I guess all of my dream movement. I did go back into my body, but I DEILD myself back out. Once out my mind started to go everywhere (as far as what can I accomplish now?) and I tried to stay on task. I looked around my surrounding for stabilization and grounded my dream on paying attention to this old fashioned gold scuba helmut sitting on the floor...weird? For some reason this reminded me of the TOTM to ask a DC the meaning of life. Just my luck there was no DC to be found! I looked and looked and I even tried to make the scuba helmut magically turn into a DC to ask the question...but nothing. Frustrated, I made an attempt to fly out of there but I woke up again. "Okay you," I think to myself. "Third times the charm!" I DEILDed my way out and was just floating right above my physical body and couldn't do a damn thing anymore so I gave up and woke myself up! Note: I'm thankful for this experience. Every fail is a potential an opportunity to learn!
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