Dream: It was a the end of a longer dream, but I don't remember much before this part. I had been talking to an older lady about our writing. She had this goal to write these scientific articles. She was telling me that one day we would reach these goals and receive the title "Military Writers". Then she kissed me on the cheek and said goodnight. I was in a room that wasn't mine. I was visiting someone. My bed was under a window. My CD player was on the window sill. The music on the CD had ended and it was making sounds like water splashing. My mom was suddenly in the room, in a bed against the far wall. I commented to her about the water sounds. I told her that they sounded real. I looked at the window. It was open. I had this sudden horrible fear that the sound was coming from right outside my window. And-oh my gosh-we were in Bigfoot country. I knew that there was a bigfoot right outside of my window. I was terrified, but curiosity made me creep closer and closer to the window so I could look out. There was nothing immediately in front of the window, so I pressed my face against the screen so I could look to the side. Sure enough, there was a dark figure about five feet to the right up near the house squatting down splashing its/his hand in the water puddled by the house. Suddenly the figure sees me and stands. I'm surprised to see that it's not a bigfoot at all but a man in a while t-shirt and dark jeans with a belt. Knowing he's been spotted he gets up and runs away. This whole scene startles me enough to wake me up with a start.
Good morning, ,everybody. Dream #1 A gigantic cruise ship like the Titanic was out on the sea during a huge storm. There were a lot of people in the main dining room. The dining room was big and bright, with low ceilings and small, round tables draped in white tablecloths. The dining room may have had doors, and possibly even windows, right out to the deck. People had been warned to stay inside the inner parts of the ship during the storm. But one of the men actually opened one of the doors or windows out to the deck. He may actually have gone outside, on the left side of the ship. The storm blew the man back through the door and out another door on the opposite side of the ship. The man could be seen clinging onto an old-style, wooden mast, his body being blown pretty much horiztonally by the storm, like a flag in the wind. I was now back in the dining area. But now the place was almost totally empty. It was also very dim and full of heavy, wooden tables. I sat at a rectangular table for six or eight people. A beautiful woman sat across from me. I myself was a beautiful woman. One man had just walked away from us. He may have been my boyfriend, or he may have been the woman's boyfriend. But there was also a man slumped down in his chair to the woman's left. He seemed to be the woman's boyfriend. He was so drunk that he'd passed out. The woman was upset about the man having gotten this drunk again. I, possibly as the woman's friend, was trying to comfort the woman. I encouraged the woman to have a drink. I said it might make her feel better and make her feel like she'd equalled things up between herself and her man. I told her the drink would be on me. But the woman, hearing that I was buying her drinks, suddenly became greedy with drinks! I don't know where she was getting the drinks from, but she kept pounding them back, sometimes even two-fisting it. The woman was drinking gin in something like a baseless wine glass. And each time she'd finish a drink, a little green scoreboard over her left shoulder would count the drink off. Finally the woman stopped drinking. But it wasn't like she was drunk at all. Both our men were back. But my man was already in bed. The woman's man was still passed out drunk. I figured both men wouldn't be much good for sex tonight, but I told the woman that she could probably find some way to make her man please her. I had an image in my head of either the woman or me sitting up, still in a dress, while one of the men, so drunk he couldn't even sit up, lay on his stomach and performed cunnilingus on either me or the woman. But what I was really interested in was trying to prove to the women that her man was so drunk that he'd be no good at all for the night. Then we could find some way to get rid of the man for the evening. After that, I'd convince the woman to have lesbian sex with me. But now we were carrying the man back to the bedroom, which was apparently down a short hallway just past the dining area. The woman had the man's head, and I had his feet. The man seemed really sick. I was afraid he was going to puke all over me sooner or later. Dream #2 A man was telling me and a group of friends about how he and a woman (who sat beside him) had lived in a mansion for a while. Someone else may have lived there with them. The other person may have been really rich. The man and woman were well-off, in fact they looked like a glamorous couple from the 1920s, except alive today, but they weren't rich. So while the rich person had one portion of the house, the couple had the maids' quarters, which themselves were huge. The man said the couple didn't have to do any maid work. They just liked the quarters because they were so big and they felt kind of old, like an old castle or monestary. As the man spoke about the maids' quarters, they materialized around us. Everything seemed to be made of concrete, painted over, like a public restroom. In fact, there was some huge restroom just behind the man, not divided from our room by a wall, but by a concrete seat, in which the couple sat. The man told us, "We even used the hands-all bathroom while we were there, which was huge." Somebody, possibly I, asked what a hands-all bathroom was. The man said he didn't know, that he'd never asked to find out. I said, "I think 'hands-all' is like when you say 'all hands,' like when people say, 'all hands on deck.' I think it was a huge bathroom that all the servants used at once when they were suddenly called to duty, so they could all get washed up and ready at a moment's notice." A woman said, "Or, what I was thinking is that it was for the smaller bathroom. Because that one had a mini beauty salon in it." A small bathroom, with something like a barber's chair and a mirror with lightbulbs around it, appeared in a room two or three rooms down, behind the woman. The woman said, "I think 'hands-all' meant something like 'the works,' like if you went into that bathroom, you'd get 'hands-on' treatment -- a full makeover. And all the maids would take turns giving each other makeovers." I was pretty sure my idea was right and the woman's idea was wrong. (??!!) But I didn't say anything. Instead, my vision seemed to focus on the huge tub in the huge bathroom. It was like I was right there. The bathtub was full, almost to overflowing, with very warm, but not hot, water. Dream #3 I was in outer space, speeding upward and away from the earth. I must have been in a small spaceship, but sometimes it felt like I was just out in space, in some space suit. Another man was out there, even though I don't think I ever saw him. The man spoke about another man who had taken a dimensional transport to another universe. He had done this as part of a battle with a group of aliens trying to destroy the world. The man told me that the aliens could actually use the shockwaves of dimensional transport to destroy the earth. But the use of shockwaves and dimensional transport in flight was also the method of fighting that the aliens normally used in their battles. So, the man told me, the other man had gone into another dimension and was conducting these kind of shockwave battles with the aliens. I imagined orange, kind of traffic-cone-shaped spaceships fighting with each other. The man said that the other man would be back soon, as soon as he'd accomplished his mission. But now this man seemed to be going somewhere as well. Perhaps I was going somewhere, too. We, or I, sped upward through space. I encountered a dimensional shockwave, from where alien spaceships had been. As I blasted through it, the sky of stars became filled with many more stars, some of which were different colors -- gold, purple, red, pink. There was also beautiful, brilliant nebular dust everywhere. I was amazed by the beauty of the sight. But, suddenly, the sun (?) was eclipsed. The darkness of the sun (if it was the sun) revealed an even deeper layer of beauty in this universe. I was astonished! I was now in a hospital. But the part of the hospital I was in was more like the control room in some kind of military base. All the people in this control room seemed focused on taking care of some procedure for one little girl. The room was small and crowded, with four or five rows of computer-embedded tables, each row split into two slanting aisles. One man was in charge of administering painkillers to the baby girl. But he said, "That girl's had enough stuff to mess with her system. I'm not putting anything else in her." A black man, somebody like a nurse or a janitor, sat to the man's right and heard him say this. There were two or three men standing before a screen at the back of the room. The main man was something like a head surgeon. He may somehow have been controlling the procedure being done on the baby girl, who was in another room, through something like remote-controlled robots. But suddenly the screen shot of the baby girl cut to a sign (in kind of cheesy, 1970s style, "high-tech" lettering) saying "INCONCLUSIVE." This sign stayed on for a few seconds. The head doctor was panicked. Something had gone wrong in the operation. But he couldn't figure out what had happened! The screen now switched to a sign saying "INCONSCIOUS," which I guess was supposed to mean "unconscious." It meant the girl had slipped into a coma and was probably dying. This sign was flashing on a lot of different screens, now, and it may have been accompanied by buzzing alarms. The head doctor shouted, "Dammit! We're losing her! What went wrong? Does anybody know what's going on?" One of the other people shouted, "Her pain levels are really high. Her body couldn't take it anymore. It slipped into a coma to shield itself from the pain." The head doctor yelled, "Did somebody forego painkillers before the operation?" The black man, who had been sitting next to the doctor who'd decided not to administer painkillers said, "Yes! The doctor said he wasn't going to give the girl anything! I saw him! I was right here when he said it.!" The head doctor seemed relieved. Everybody did. I saw from somebody's point of view, as if I were now actually in this scene. I was looking at the screen of the doctor who hadn't administered painkillers. The head doctor said, "Start giving the baby girl some painkillers. As soon as they start to take effect, the girl should slip out of her coma. We'll start the operation over after that." I was already putting in the commands to administer painkillers.
I decided to take 50 mg of melatonin a couple hours before bed to see if it had any significant effect on my dreams last night. I took it at 8:00 pm and got to bed around 10:00 pm. I'd say it definitely made them a bit more detailed and vivid but overall didn't really help with my recall much. I think I'll stick to reguler amounts from now on. But, it was quite a night, so without further ado! 12:53 am - Non-lucid, Nightmare The dream's been taking place in some kind of outdoor learning center or school or something in the Amazon. I don't remember much leading up to this point, but I'm in a large auditorium seating area with several other students, a few of which I recognize from my K-12 years. Above me are a couple of guys I've known since elementary school named N and T and some of their friends though I don't remember which ones they were now. They're trying to complete some complicated math homework and they know that I'm a bit of a math nerd so they just stare at me expectantly. I sigh and say "Alright, tell me the problems." In the meantime we decide to leave the seating and travel to another part of campus. The transportation is a system of trains that run on one giant rail road track, there are two trains that each run on just one rail next to each other and they always run in opposite directions so that from the point of view of the train moving forward you're always on the right-sided rail. The trains still look pretty normal though, it's just that they only have the wheels on their right side on the track. The tracks themselves are set up on top of large rivers, so the trains actually run over water. I was in the middle of working out one of the more difficult problems, which upon waking I realize makes no sense whatsoever, but then I noticed that our train had broken off the rail and was slowly moving over to the other side. I start freaking out and saying to myself "No, no, no, please go back to the other side, please go back..." but it doesn't look like it's going to happen. I notice that we're about to hit broken track that just caves in to the river and I start to panic. There's one open window near the front of the train car where no one is, but other than that we're totally sealed in. There are also seat belts for some reason. I look back and say "Hurry, we have to get out of here!" and everyone starts struggling to escape their seats, including myself, because the belts are unnecessarily complex. Unfortunately, we weren't fast enough and the train fell through the cracks and water starter pouring into the open window. My heart starts beating really fast and I wake up as soon as the water hits me. At least that's over.... 3:58 am - Non-lucid I'm at some kind of big department store that reminds me of Target. I got to the "candy isle" because I'm trying to find this nonexistent candy that's said to be extremely tiny but have a powerful burst of flavor. I also noticed after waking up that Sara Bareilles's "Love Song" was playing on loop throughout the store. (Well, it is a good song lol.) I finally found the candies, and they were REALLY tiny! Like, the size of ants or smaller. There was something you were supposed to do with them to make art involving some equally small colored pencils that come in the box but I had such a hard time getting them out that over the course of trying to accomplish that whatever that artistic thing was kept changing. Eventually the candies disappeared and I forgot what I was doing and realized that I was in the magazine/comic book isle, so I just started browsing until I woke up. Hmm.... 5:25 am - Non-lucid, Memorable I was wondering how soon I'd get to log one like this in the dream journal! I spent a lot of time in this dream walking around the park near my house, but I really only remember the end of it. I think my cousin was in it at some point, but... nah, it's gone. *fragment!* I was actually doing something up to this point, but somehow it changed to myself and my friend O helping my friend M and her old boyfriend Z. Z had (apparently, but probably not actually) told us earlier that he wanted to try LSD and he had managed to get some, but then before getting to use it he had lost it in the forest and he wanted us to search for it with him. So, we started looking for it. It took us a while but we saw it in the distance, but this old guy came out of nowhere and grabbed it before we could! (What a jerk!) A large playground suddenly popped out of the ground next to where we were, which of course didn't seem odd at all, and we chased him all the way up to the top of one of the structures where he tried to make us pay him a ridiculous price for it if we wanted it back. We managed to wrestle it out of him. Then out of nowhere, the top of the structure we were on leaned all the way forward to touch the ground, then let go and sent me flying off like a catapult. This is where it gets weird, so stick with me here. I wasn't in the dream anymore, I was just seeing things from a third person perspective. The setting was some kind of strange-looking tent, and there were eight different poles, as two rows of four one right in front of the other, that I was seeing at an angle so that without depth it looked like all eight poles were lined up together. There were things wrapped around each pole that looked kind of like really poorly designed voodoo dolls of cartoon characters with lots of spiked hair. Each one of them was exactly the same, but they represented different people. The four in the back row represented a parent, while the four in the front row represented one of their children. Lastly, they were all tripping on LSD, with their position on the pole showing how hard they were tripping, with higher being harder. Although I was seeing this all in this strange perspective, I was also aware of the fact that from the first person perspectives of each of these people, they were just in a normal room and everyone else looked like a normal person. Either the pair all the way to the left or the next one most inward of them (it's hard to remember now) was a father and son and they were having an argument. The son was higher up on the pole, so tripping harder, than the father and he was saying that the father is old news, he doesn't have the spirit in him that he did in his youth and that the son was... uh, I guess usurping his throne, or whatever you want to call it. So the father got angry, feeling like his authority was being challenged or whatever, and propelled himself WAY up the pole, much higher than anyone else. Most of the other people let out a loud gasp. Now, my perspective has been placed into the father, so I'm seeing a normal-looking world again. I'm in the room but I'm only facing one corner of it, and there's a man and a woman looking at me in shock. Everything in the room starts to take on a deep purple tint and look liquidy, and the woman says "He's tripping balls." and as she says it time begins to slow down and her voice gets deeper and stretched out. Everything starts to take on a very lagging movement, like it would move really slow and then skip forward a couple seconds. The man and woman start to transform into a doctor and nurse but they quickly become kind of like demented and somehow sexualized caricatures of themselves and they latch on to each other and start to make out with each other in a very graphic and over-the-top way. My vision pulses and suddenly I'm back to a third person perspective, but this time it's still of a "normal" world. There is a line directly down the center of my vision that represents a wall with a door in it sticking outward from me. There are two rooms, one small one with very little furniture in it on the right, and a kitchen with doors leading to other rooms on the left. The colors in the rooms are vivid but kind of washed, making it look like a very strange cartoon or something similar. In the right room is Lois, the mom from Malcolm in the Middle, who for some reason keeps making an appearance in my dreams that are extremely weird like this one. She is running into walls, babbling, and laughing like a maniac. In the left room is O, my friend from before, and the man and woman, listening to what Lois is doing through the door. Lois trips over a tiny stool in the room and faints, and O asks if they should do something about it, but the man replies "No, her heart just slowed, it's okay." After that, the scene started fading away and I woke up. I wonder what's in store for tonight? ~~~~~ I really wanted to get back to bed and dream some more after this last one, I did wake up pretty early after all, but I didn't manage to. *yaaaawn* Oh well, that's all for now!
Couldn't recall any dreams, guess I just needed to think about someone else I love for once instead of isolating reality to try and dream.
I SO wish it were the other way around. Guess my current goal is to put down the bottle because these dreams aren't going to share themselves. Anyways...the only thing I remember was hanging out with M. Her boyfriend didn't want to do something, so she invited me instead.
We start in a forest of sone sort and I am with a friend I don't know IRL. We become bored with what we are doing and decide to go to the mall. We call someone up and the car suddenly arrives. We reach the mall and meet a few of ny friends in it. After awhile we get bored and decide to play a game inside the mall. Hide and Seek. Not much really happens during this time. When we finish we all go back to my house. On the way I tell my friend I want to learn a good way to WILD so I can lucid dream. My friend then tells me a great idea would be to listen to "I <3 Floor" by <3. I listened to a bit and it was simple singing. There were almost no lyrics. When we reach the house we play darts. Someone throws a tennis ball out of my closet but it turns out to be a ghost or something because no one was in it. The dream the ended. Nothing too fun but my recall is improving. Only problem is that I am sick so I have been forgetting most of my dreams. And I have trouble sleeping...
Updated 11-01-2011 at 05:15 PM by 26734
Oct.31, 2011. No nap. Bed at 11pm. I had some heavy dinner and I believe it showed in my nightmares. 2.50am - woke up, don't remember any dreams 3.20am - woke up f/bad dream BTB at 3.40am I was in a room. I was trying lots of light switches, but the light would not switch on. Light fixtures were moving and I realized the place is haunted (I dream about haunted places a lot). So I got fed up, packed my clothes and left. 5.48 - woke up f/same bad dream, only now I watched the scene of the haunting on a tape. A friend of mine taped me for some school project. At the end of the tape, there was a footage from that haunted room with some bad entity being really nasty to some girl - I don't think it was me. 7.20am - woke up f/dream we were running from some bad things through twisting and winding corridors, that had some rooms every now and then. I was one of the fighters protecting others from things that were chasing us. Sometimes we stopped in one of the rooms thinking it's safe, but things were coming to life and kept chasing us. Like there was paper, that got animated and we had to fight it. Then there was a stampede of horses and cows. Didn't have a bad feeling, I kinda enjoyed the fighting and protecting and being chased.
Updated 11-27-2011 at 11:17 PM by 50242
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[CENTER][B]Ev's Entrainment was good but...[/B] With that I just slept, and I got really vivid dreams and also a lucid dream, and I was generally more aware of my dreams. So it's still the best lucid aid, but it doesn't work alone to get frequent lucid dreams, and I started a thread where I asked folks here what method I should use. But the second best method I have ever used is Lucidology timer method, so why didn't I think of that before... Anyway the next night I will use the Entrainment combined with a WBTB and timer method. [/CENTER]
Notes for later: Lucid In some sort of port Some people are using seteroids Airsoft fight Bullets falling out Im dreaming Stabilise! Everyones grabbing on to me, struggle to control Super strength push them away I run away and spawn a lambo, its not what I want, I want a merch Im driving about, then I get out and summon some girls Someone in my house bashes up the stairs and wakes me up
In memoriam. ??.??.2011Death (Of a Friend) (DILD) ★★★★☆NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Fog encases the night, as I float there, hovering just above the street. Lights, headlamps, stream in from either side, a slow procession of ghastly vehicles, barely visible in chill, dry air. I'm fading. “Interesting, aren't they?” A voice speaks out in the dark, calling me back to the dream. Tensing, I turn to see a mass of formless darkness, floating just beside me. An enemy, I conclude. “Relax,” it says, “It's not like you can do anything to me, anyways.” Is that. . . a grin. . ? Definitely a grin. “Watch me.” I cut away from myself, manipulating my most basic thought, the structure of the dream, calling, summoning. . . creating death. The manifestation of my intent appears, taking the form of a reaper, scythe and all. “Ha, you can't kill me,” it says almost jovially as the reaper's scythe cuts down and I throw in the final touches, the final pattern, instantly wiping the mass of darkness, and whatever sentience it held, into non-existence. . . He never knew what hit him. Note: This entry marks an end to this formatting style. Expect changes down the line.
Updated 12-18-2011 at 09:10 AM by 25167
31.10.2011Earth 3500 (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Lets see if I finally get writing down dreams again... life is so busy that I always forget. A nice dream I had last night reminded me to do so... I was at home with some friends and we decided to go for a walk. We started talking about some material that was able to go beyond the speed of light. We decided to go visit some spaceship facilities and try out one of those space shuttles. The facility was huge. I saw a big white space shuttle inside an even bigger room. The space shuttle was about 200 feet tall and 600 feet wide. We entered the space shuttle. Once inside, it looked a lot smaller and it started to fly on its own. I was now with five friends and the spaceship started to fly really fast. The pilot told me it was very easy to fly, that I just needed to watch out and not crash with other planets. I saw several planets flying by at an enormous speeed. Suddenly, I saw a big light brown mass that looked like a planet, but when we approached it, it had eyes and a huge mouth, but it was kinda cute looking, like a teddy bear. It opened its mouth wider, but our spaceship flew by it fast. I thought it would be so cool to stop by one of the planets and take a look how it was. As I was thinking about that, we approached to a planet that looked exactly like Earth, however, it was cut in half. I tried to do something at Photoshop, but no clue how to draw what is in my head. The Earth did not have an atmosphere anymore. The sky looked like space. I also saw huge buildings, that were about 1200 stories tall. We approached this planet and entered the atmosphere easily. We saw the buildings huge, and enormous freeways. All vehicles could fly similar to the Jetsons, but real life looking, not cartoonish. We talked with some people and we were told it was planet Earth in the 3500 year. Described here sounds a little late. This dream was more about the imaginary, clarity and reality. The dream was crystal clear and very vivid.
shit party. I'm in a basement and on the can by myself. Suddenly Asuka comes in wearing a Poncho and finds a toilet for herself and sits down facing me... I'm all WTF. then Data from star trek comes in and starts cracking lame jokes. Some other guy I know from didsbusry enters. And then two girls. Shawna and Chantaral from my inner world are there. watching me and Asuka take a crap together. WTF. my dreams are just wierd. Smoking I'm in my house smoking one of those E cigs that just produces a light vapour. My bro's gf Jen starts bitching at me for smoking in the house. I explain that it's not smoke. just vapour and it doesn't really stink. she just says that's retarded and tells me to stop it anyway.
I was with a group of rebels, in a forest of sugarcane. We were avoiding an army that is chasing us. Then we realized that there's some people up ahead. We can hear them. We started to change direction, and we noticed that there's another group behind us. They're trying to trap us. We went sideways instead. I went ahead to scout the area, being the fastest in the group. I hid behind the trees and tried to survey the area. I ran along the cliff behind the trees. I ended up in a "store" of sorts, in the middle of the mountain. It offers food and rest area. There was an old woman who was selling food. I bought some from her, but she was hesitant. I ate the food, but it was poisoned. She apologized because she was paid/threatened.
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