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I was at Tech with a friend at some kind of sporting event. Some stuff goes on and we end up running away and then for some reason I get shot. It didn't hurt at all and I knew this, but I decided to be lazy, stay on the ground, and act like I couldn't move. I saw my friend get taken by the ambulance, and they called one for me but it never came. So I'm just eating with friends at a table suddenly, but I can't remember much after that.

I was in an event with a bunch of people from The Biggest Loser. One of them was Jeremy from this season, and as he and I were walking up this hill, we were talking, and I was thinking he was kind of nice.

We stopped halfway up the hill because there was a bathroom. Yes, a full bathroom, stalls and everything, right in the middle of this hill. Near the bathroom was a room with a table. When I came out of the bathroom and walked toward the room, I heard Jeremy say something about me. I don't remember exactly what he said, but it was something that had to do with having a crush on me.

I thought it was cute, so I didn't give him any grief. And he has cute dimples, so it was okay by me.

I've been dreaming a lot lately, which may be why I stumbled back to DV. Here are a few of the ones I've recorded from the past month:

4/1/12

Dream 1
I was in a store and realized the shorts I thought I had on were actually men’s briefs. I walked through the whole store before I realized my gaffe, and made my husband go get me a pair of shorts while I hid between racks of clothes. Interestingly, no one seemed to care that I was pantless but me.

Dream 2
I had a flashback experience where I saw the place Hagrid was born. It was beautiful—high up in the mountains, impossibly pale blue sky. Hobbit-like village, if hobbits were 12 feet tall and lived on mountains. Young Tom Riddle traveled back in time to kill a pre-Hogwarts Hagrid. His best buddy Gharj (second boss in Eternity Vault in SWTOR) came to his defense and rescued him. They were best friends forever from that point on. It was actually pretty touching.

Dream 3
I was playing some kind of real-life game where you shoot guns at other people. They don’t die, of course, but somehow they are real guns. I’m not sure how that works, but it made sense to me then.

I came into a match halfway through, and it was clear that the players here had been snipers. The room was all white, everyone was wearing white clothes and facepaint, and there were little sniper perches set up from these white pentagon-shaped boards that could be snapped together.

One of my friends was in the match, and he was concentrating intensely on someone he was trying to snipe in the corner, so I snuck into the abandoned perch next to him. He didn’t see me, and he was covered in white paint, so all I could see was the outline of his eye protection. I was lining up my shot with my sniper rifle, which somehow had a heart-shaped barrel, when I woke up.

4/13/12

There was some kind of race. I'm not sure if it was post-apocalyptic, but it had a Hunger Games feel to it--we were being forced to participate and the whole event was completely unreasonable.

We were paired up. I was paired with a male friend of mine, and my husband was paired with a blonde woman that looked strikingly similar to an ex-girlfriend, although I didn't recognize the woman as the ex-girlfriend in the dream.

We had to travel down this long, dusty road that seemed endless. We were in a place that was completely flat and dry. There was grass, but it was all brown, and there were no trees. We weren't given any provisions except what we brought ourselves and could carry, so my friend and I were carrying a few bottles of water each, and that was all. I remember being very thirsty.

People were dragging themselves along, trying as hard as they could to make it. There were officials at the edges in suits, I think some even had guns, to make sure we stuck to the course. After a few days of traveling like this, we reached the end of the road. There, at the end, was a deep trench of water, 50-100 feet deep straight down. We had to jump in, swim to the bottom, and then swim back to the top.

Somehow, this wasn't too big of a deal. By the time I got back to the top, my lungs were burning, but it didn't feel life threatening. I made sure my partner made it out, and then we traveled back down the road. When we finished, everybody hugged and cried and laughed.

The woman my husband was partnered with said something about him being a married man, and I yelled out, "and don't you forget it!" to him, laughing.

Then, me and my partner were at a table somewhere, but somehow it was like we were suddenly teenagers, and he was wearing a gray hoodie and had his hand in the back pocket of my jeans.

I ended up writing a poem about this one:

Dusty feet running, walking,
dragging down a dirt road
with no end. It makes me
think maybe the world
is flat and drops off
in a hole filled with water
a hundred feet deep, but
we are not surprised
to find it. We push
down to the bottom
with lungs that shouldn't
breathe but do and we
claw upward through
pounds of impossible
pressure. We break the
ceiling and grin and gasp
and redefine life
for the ones who
have merely lived it.

Decided to try to do it during an afternoon nap. Got really relaxed, body started to sink, even got some color flashing on my eyelids. Then my asshole neighbor cranked the base in his BMW and woke me up. Opened the window, yelled at him, tried again. I became relaxed but couldn't get any further. I just gave up and went to type this. Its good to vent

Some weird stuff was going down at school, and each person in the sixth form had to lead a group of other people to complete some kind of project, and mine had something to do with pizza, I think. I really didn't do anything to contribute, I just walked around, and there was a part where a bunch of douchey people that invaded the school and just sat on the field all like "yeah, we're cool, we sit around all day and not do anything" and my friend, Joe, was with them and he was all like "I go to invicta! by the way Harley, I'm still your friend ". Then, me and some other people had to go to F block to get something, but a group of students who thought they were journalists tried to kill me, and chased me, but I evaded them. Then in the end, after everything was done, there was a book published saying how great I was in the project that I didn't contribute to.

Swimming in the Stars

I am exploring some big building. I think my brother has an office in this building. Apparently, the place is being remodeled, because everything is torn up and looks kind of delapidated. I think that this is a bit odd, because ordinarily the building seems modern. I do a nose pinch reality check just in case.

At first, I seem to be unable to breathe, but after I try a bit longer I find that I actually can. I realize that I am dreaming. I immediately forget about the plot of the dream, and decide to jump out the window. The window is closed, and I smash through the glass. Kind of fun. I try to fly, but lately I have been overthinking "how" to fly, instead of just doing it like I used to do. I glide down to the street below. I appear to be in a city, much like that of the dream/computer game I am building. I look up into the sky, and the tops of the buildings, and realize that all I need to do in order to fly is to just let myself float. I bounce up a bit, and look above me.

I see the stars in the sky, and feel the same urge I had in the last LD to fly into the stars. It is like a big pool in the sky, inviting me. This time, I fly upwards, into the night sky. Instead of flying any particular direction, I just go up. This part is a bit hard to explain, but I realize that I can float in the sky, almost like I am in orbit in space. I can see the city below me, a lovely skyling against the sky. There is just a little bit of color in the sky, as though the sun had set a while ago. I let myself just drift in this state, which is almost like I would imagine someone high on drugs would be. I find a beautiful, peaceful, almost euphoric feeling in doing absolutely nothing except float like this. The world appears to float below me like the Earth turning beneath an astronaut, and I watch, wrapped up in this feeling. It's like another world in and of itself.

Due to alcohol, I only gained some fragments, again impressionist in nature...sometimes I feel like Monet is in my head!
Fragment 1
On a coach with a large number of people I know, drinking...surprisingly! The weather was hot,almost like it was a holiday transfer coach!However, far from being at ease. Person 1 proceded to cause me unease through repeated laughing. I couldn't entirely remember why although it probably eminates from a socially awkward situation that had occured the previous day. Again, as a repeated motif for me colours and clothes were particulary visible.
Fragment 2
Being somewhat aware that I was on the Titanic,although not worried.This is perhaps due to the coverage of the diaster in the media at the moment-suddenly however, I had a somewhat false awakening but dreaming that I 'loved' my friend!

That's all I got but looking forward to some more dreaming later!

I was at a daycare of sorts. We kept having many recesses in which we were all supposed to play outside together. I was being strange though, and kept stealing plates from the kitchen. I would take them outside and eat them.

After chewing on pottery for a few minutes, I decided to take a nap. I laid on the grass and rested against the brick wall. Several groups of students walked past me before I managed to fall asleep.

I awoke in a dark cellar. I was in the cellar of the daycare now. I walked back up to the front lawn where the other children were playing.

Something seemed off, so I did a reality check. Indeed, I was dreaming. And of course, at that moment, everything seemed to heighten in clarity.

I had no lucid goals though. I wasn't sure what to do in this dream.

For a moment, I stood there on the street with nothing to do.

I flew up into the air and into the clouds. They were so beautiful and defined, full of life even though they were inanimate.

But no, I had done this before.

I flew back to the ground and landed on the sidewalk, still wondering how I should spend this dream.

And then it came to me. How would my dream respond if I asked for transcendence?

"Take me higher," I whispered.

Instantly, without my doing, I rose into the air.

Everything morphed around me. Not into anything new, but into hyper clarity...that's not even the right word. Everything surrounding me became a kaleidoscope pattern, but yet nothing changed at all.

"Higher" I whispered.

This soundtrack began to play and I began to move forward:



I can't exactly describe how I felt. It was similar to that of tripping - but more intense.

I was moving forward without my doing. The street ahead of me was coming towards me.

I was about to fly straight through a billboard, but I wasn't afraid. I simply passed right through.

"Higher," I whispered.

Everything began to move faster. I zoomed out of the city and in the process left my body behind.

My consciousness was now flying warp speed through the Earth (que really fucking epic music).

I was flying so fast through country roads, wilderness paths, and scenic highways that I could only perceive them as the rapid progression of pictures. A billion pictures flew past my eyes per second.

"Take me higher," I dared.

I surpassed the warp speed that I was already traveling and my consciousness was risen into the universe.

In front of me was a massive black hole. It was beautiful.



Holy shit.

And I was flying towards it at warp speed.

Could I go any higher than this?

I felt my consciousness being ripped apart as I reached the singularity.

"Higher," I whispered, at the last moment possible.

The last thing I saw was a tear in either the fabric of the universe, or the fabric that held my mind together. Or both. It pulsated orange.

I woke up in my bed at my parent's house. I felt heavy.

But this still felt like a dream.

I got up out of bed to write this in my journal. The time on the clock kept changing. I had known it all along - I was still dreaming. Yet, I was very paranoid about forgetting the last dream that had just occurred.

I ran up the stairs. My mother was washing dishes.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

That was a really good question. What was I going to do now? I felt like nothing could surpass what had just happened, and I didn't want to forget it either.

"Maybe I'm just going to sit on the porch and enjoy nature or something," I asked.

"You have a lot you need to do, you shouldn't be wasting your time right now," she scorned.

"It's a dream," I flat out told her.

"One of these days you're just going to lose it," she warned.

I rolled my eyes and ignored her and proceeded to the porch.

There was a white rose growing against the warped siding. I sat down beside it. I could feel its warmth.

I wanted to experience again what happened earlier, but every time I tried I got a blazing headache. I decided to just let it be, and woke up for real.



I just reread through that again and I have to admit that my description of that dream does not do it any justice whatsoever...

Non-lucid dream

I was walking out of the movie theater I live by and got into my family's car in the parking lot I drove up the street and went back to the theater before my parents noticed it was gone. (Since i'm 15 and I have no license.) But I got back and saw my family walking out of the theater, right as I parked the car it turned into a Razor scooter, my family looked angry and I tryed to tell them that i didn't do anything

Dream Type: Non-Lucid.
Dream Mood: Bland and Stupid.
Dream Setting: My Hometown.
Dream Characters: My Friends.

This was a short dream, though I didn't quite like it either. It made me feel like a jerk to other people. I was walking home from school, apparently later than most times due to the amount of other people walking home at the same time. Still, I came across a few friends and whatnot, and joined them. We talked about random stuff, and for some reason, we went to walk on the freeway of all places. How we walked home was by simply walking across the freeway, though strangely, the freeway began to look more and more like a bunch of skin with hair. As soon as we noticed that, we all suddenly began to make fun of Armenians with racist remarks and whatnot. I rarely ever make racist remarks, so this was strange. One of my friends from a further off town came up next to us and introduced himself with my other friends. They said that they liked him, though he had to move forward, and we just walked down a spiral path in the freeway to a 7-11 convenient store. We went inside and I don't remember what we did there, but surely enough we were outside again before long. I realized that I had lost my shoes somewhere, and I was very worried. We had a new friend all of a sudden; an artistic girl who dressed in a black coat and black baggy shorts with boots and had dyed blonde hair. Looking at her now, I find myself thinking that she was quite attractive. We snuck onto someone's back porch, where I thought I had found my shoes, but did not. The girl then said "Come on... wake up!" and instead of waking up, I was at the 7-11 again, where there was a pile of shoes there, and I had to find mine in that pile.I did find them after some searching, and asked the man if I could just take them and be on my merry way, but he said no and that I needed proof that those were mine. I got mad, very mad, and I threw a fit. My dad eventually came in to prove the purchase, and because he saw me in my angered state, I started crying for some reason, and he hugged me. He'd soon release me and I'd look over to the counter, where they were happily arranging revolvers for some reason, and then I woke up.

Non-lucid fragment

I saw two blocky minecraft style looking mermaids out in a black background one of them had a creepy looking face.

Non-lucid dream

I was a giant overlooking a street, there was a man in a black beat up car with flames on it. It was Francis from left 4 dead. the car ran out of gas and was pulled over to the sidewalk. He got out kicked the car and it drove away without him. The dream switched to him playing an electric guitar, the same car appeared in front of him and he went over to it and said "well hello." he got in the car and drove away.

"Ow, what the fuck!"

[Lucid]

Lucidity was literally punched into me, but my nose bled out uncontrollably. I pinched my nose, and disappated the man who lunged at me earlier, and I pinched my nose attempting to stop the blood. I stumbled and landed on my face, somehow stopping the blood flow, but the still blood remained in my throat and nose. I got up, unfortunately failing to restabilize the dream because I could not speak out and verbalize commands, and telepathy was ineffective and sluggish.

I woke up choking on blood.

A couple of weeks ago, I had a very vivid dream that ended with me attaining lucidity.
I knew this because I was already familiair with the concept but I never felt the need to look into it, untill this personal experience.

So exactly one week ago, I joined the Dream Views community and started my journey into the realms of the dreamworld.

Objective week 01, enhance dream recall.
With confidence and determination I suprised even myself with recalling no less than 3 dreams every single night since the night I started.
The first nights were based on my everyday life, as if my mind was just putting my everyday experiences into place. But, slowly, my mind was getting familiar with my intentions and so the last couple of nights it threw some random mystical ones. Hoping my mind would make the connection I tried to feel as happy about it as I could so it would now my intentions.

Objective week 02, keep it up.
I plan on keeping up with my pen/paper DJ and share the more interesting dreams here also.
As soon as confidence is high enough I will do some first attempts of really attaining lucidity.

If you have any advice on how to continue please do comment on my journal or sent a message.

Goodnight,
Booney

I don't remember her name. Or much about her.

I remember she was going into Marketing, me Software Engineering I told her. I held her against me, my right side with my arm holdin ber ever so close.

But it didn't work out. She broke up with me. I don't remember why but she hated me for the reason of the breakup.

It was a weird dream but full of very intense feelings.