This was quite late in the morning, by my standards. I usually stop sleeping and dreaming by 7am, but this took place at around 9-10am. Basically I was having a lie in (AW GAWD LIE INS) when I drifted off to sleep. In that sleep, I had a dream. Wahey. I was in a desert town sort of place. Not middle east, but more... I don't know, not really important. There was a WWII tank rolling up a road, with one of my friends in it. I only saw his name over the tank, not him actually in it. For some reason he wasn't supposed to be there, so I ran after the tank with a wrench. As he slowed down, I followed it closely and started loosening bolts and things, to weaken the tank. It eventually blew up, and I walked on past it. I then saw a big CO2 canister on the roadside. It was coloured like bowling balls are, all swirly and bright. I thought "That's odd" and I became lucid there ******* I then looked around for 2 seconds and then woke up. ******* Yeah, nothing especially outstanding or interesting, but it is something. I remember noticing the canister and noticing how it was out of place. But I think it was too late in the morning to be actual deep sleep so I could only wake up. Oh well, it's something.
Updated 08-19-2011 at 03:50 PM by 44449
I have a room at my mate westy's house... Well hes more of an acquaintance but in the dream, hes my mate. Im sitting on a sofa with a sofa to my left which is facing the tv screen, westy and a couple of other people are sitting on that sofa. Me and joe are on this one. we light up a spliff and put on the xbox... It turns on and shows a clip that westy has edited... I watch a few and find them really entertaining... They all start the same, westy wakes up from a dream, describes his dream and solves a problem, then he edits it just to make it funny towards the end and even adds effects etc. I pass out in the dream and wake up again later, everyone is looking at me, i tell them that "the video made me trip out HARD man!!!" everyone laughs. I watch a couple more of these videos and tell westy that they are really cool, its amazing how he goes to sleep, dreams and solves a problem when he wakes up. He smiles and tells me he thinks so too, and that it is a useful skill to have. I agree and tell myself i want to make a video dream journal as well. Westy skins up a beast of a zoot and we all smoke another joint and watch another video. Kate & darvz come through a door shouting "yooooooooo!!!!!" and sit next to me... They skin up straight away and i notice its my turn to so i begin to roll a fathead. A woman i do not recognise enters the room, she is much older than the rest of us and is quite plump. She calls me by my name and says something along the lines of "Hiya Ben, Just lookin for my skins, love." she comes over to me as if she is searching for something and i snap out of my trance, "sorry, what are we looking for?" i ask. "my rizzla, duck. Have you seen it?" "no" i say and then she finds it, right next to me... Picks it up and walks back over to the other side of the room from me. Westy says its time to play a game, its a really cool game like a mix between halo and command & conquer. I play around with the sniper class and decide that i like it as im getting quite a few headshots. We play a few round on this weird purple-ish level with loads of grav-lifts, i keep going up the grav-lifts then using a jet pack to keep in the air and sniping people, i get tons of headshots with this method. I am suddenly on a gaming rig set up in the middle of the room and joe is just behind me on another rig... And we are playing PC not xbox any more. Me and joe are joining the same server, for some reason it doesnt let joe join but i am already playing.. I am trying to snipe but the enemies are too far away and look like little red blobs... Im hitting them but not killing them, if i kill them it seems to be pure luck. We decide to watch another of westy's dream vids on youtube and i decide to make my own video dream journal. Suddenly everyone is leaving, and we are at my parents house, i walk keirnan and frenchy out of the front door, up the drive and i sit on the wall next to our driveway... Keirnan tells me that people want to go to town, he asks me to come, i say i cant afford it and he seems a bit upset. He tells me that he doesnt think the girls will want to go town but he wants to start drinking ASAP. He tells me "maybe the girls will buy me a few drinks, quick lets get them to a bar" I wake up.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Good morning! Had a fucked up nightmare kinda dream last night. Got lucid in the end and well, read for yourselves. But let's just say I'm glad I woke up haha. 23.00: Sleep 05.10: Douche bro DILD I'm in my mom's and dad's house. I'm about to play Magic the Gathering with my bro and a few other kids. I spend alot of time setting the decks up, but all of a sudden they start throwing cards around and my brother starts yelling at me, telling me what a waste of money and life it is to play that game. I get very upset and I rant about him being a douche to my mom. I try to yell but I'm so hoarse that I only get out a tiny whisper. It's very annoying and I keep getting angrier and angrier. I get lucid in the middle of it. That fucking DC asshole, I'll show him. I grab a big kitchen knife hanging on the wall, pissed off like never before. I start walking up the stairs towards his room. 05.10: Wake up Amount of sleep: 6 hours Supplements: None That's it! Luckily I woke up haha. I was so mad at that "DC." Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!
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Updated 03-19-2012 at 04:49 AM by 44350
I remember something about being in some sort of department store, possibly as an employee. I definitely recall having played The Beatles' "Rocky Raccoon" on guitar at some point, though I'm not sure of the circumstances.
that was like 5 days ago dream i forgot to write here.. well i remember i was in forrest and there were like 10 girls and i was with few friends. we started throwing stones or balls to em idk what the reason and then i found weed somehow and smoked then i needed ciggaret but i didnt ahd and i teleported somehow to a school and was searching for 1 cig then idk i wakoe up though. karli
i am part of this giant group of people divided into tinier groups. me, my mom and dad and heather are in the countryside. we are looking at a dilapidated farm house and two animal barns. we want to buy this and re-vitalize it to make it fully sustainable. my dad and i go look in the inside. it's pretty rough. the first room is a kitchen. there is no hallway, all the rooms on the first floor are in a single file line and the doors are positioned in the same area all the way thru. we enter the first room. bad idea, man. the room is painted red and has mirror's all over it. in the mirrors i see little children and toys playing a music machine. a piano that makes very high pitched sounds, very toy-like. it's not in the "real" room, just in the mirror of it. it's terrifying. we leave. outside me and heather go around the house. to get around it, we have to step in muddy low tide sand because there's the ocean/a lake/something behind the house. it's foundation is the rocky coast. we look into a window and then notice we can't because there is a carved human face from some kind of rock. around the face are floating pictures of children, really really old pictures. we're scared so we leave. a few groups, including some hunters with their dogs, are on a porch of a "base" for this giant group i'm part of. we're all hanging out kind of, just enjoying the scenery and then a guy's dog gets loose. we try to see where it went. i see something down the road, and i point. its not the dog, (tho it was when i saw it), its now a bear. i see its part of a bear family and now they're coming towards us. we get defensive, and then see that it's not really a bear...it's a few ladies in bear costumes. dumb. my little family group goes into a kitchen. my mom is organizing plates and heather asks for some wine. good idea, i pour her and me a glass. pouring the glass is difficult, because first you pour it from the glass into a blue plastic cup. then you must pour that into a glass cup. i got wine all over the floor. heather is drinking pink frozen wine and i'm drinking orange wine. i don't know the flavors or anything. hers looks like a popsicle floating in a cup. we get pretty drunk and go to the final meeting/gift ceremony of the giant group. we sit together and accidentally sit in the very front, but more people fill in the space between us and a stage. speeches are made, etc. people start getting gifts, randomly and some are given specifically by name. there's some joke about half of a car being thrown around. it comes to me and in my hands it dissolves into ten pieces of product for me to stock (my job in real life). in the very front of the group, five black girls sit together. they have no eyes, and some have big goggles to protect their sockets. they were marred in the landscape this group lives in, perhaps its post-apocalyptic because their injuries are due to the sun. one girl comes up to the gift-giver and makes some speech about wanting something nice. i think "its like this is scripted". they are given a movie. we watch the preview of it, it looks like "fried green tomatoes". uh. it comes to be my turn, and i'm given a single earring. the lady says it's 50 dollars to pierce your ears but "Everyone has that piercing, so i figured it's okay" ... i don't have my ears pierced. cool. the earring is very cool. it's ugly visually as it's just a giant golden star. however, it's in 4 dimensions. it spins in a spiral up and down, and leaves a 4D trail. heather and i leave. the kitchen we got drunk in is now a bathroom. i ask her where the alcohol is but she has earplugs in.
well , dont remember good what i dreamed like ,everything etc.. but i remember last dream which looked awesome.. so it was something like MISSIONS Written 1. a ship time. rip day 2. a ship time. the same day thats weird but interesting.. well i was with like 6-7 friends.. in a Bicycle i think in a jungle / forest.. and we had to move ot finish our 1st misson .. so then our enemies cake they were black monsters or so .. we killed them i think and they killed few to.. well it was like a place with civillians and turn with mobs somehow.. so we finish killing the mobs and then there was a bridge but broken or so.. and 2 side to go from water.. so i jumped my self and swim to other side of the ship but i walked away to checkthe place it was a man who got headshot with wood spike lol and he didnt know where to go so i sent him to the water when i saw the water i saw like weed leafs, then i saw a china guy with bicycle coming to me and asking me where i go etc.. well i went back to other side cus i left friends and then i told to my friend i think he was litle special cus we were riding the mission together that i found a safe place.. and it was the other side.. and we jumped to water like 7 ppl with byicycles etc and swimmed then in the water just 1 meter there was cement and a button to make the SHIP gates open lol . we clicked and waited.. then i woke up.. there was more interesting stuff in that dream it was like i had a girl or something i was doing mission for it .. idk . have fun
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in an audience, probably on the far left side, a few rows back from the front, in a zoo-theatre. On the stage were two workers, one at the front of the stage and one at the back. The one at the back of the stage wore a white jumpsuit and cap and may have been mopping the floor. The one at the front stood before two "polar bears." The two "bears" stood up and were on the right (my right) side of the stage. The stood next to each other, side to side, so that it was hard for me to see the one in the back. The one toward the front, however, did not look much like a real polar bear, but like a mix between a polar bear and the huge, shaggy dog on Sesame Street. It was all shaggy, and its face, except a huge, black nose, was covered over with shaggy fur. It was like I had come in in the middle of the worker's act. He was telling everybody how he could freeze a polar bear so that it wouldn't hurt him, even when he got close to it. He was now standing right in front of the front polar bear (which towered over him), repeating the words, "Don't move, don't move." He may also have been stroking the bear's right arm. The bear didn't move, and it only seemed to be slightly annoyed by the zoo worker. The zoo-worker then said that this was all a matter of training, and that on some days the training still didn't work. So it was kind of a dangerous thing to do. The bear now turned toward us in the audience. I was now in the very front row, on the very far right side, very close to the front polar bear. The bear, turning to us, made a weird motion with his arms, like a magician's gesture, and made a "sshha!" sound, which was also supposed to be magic. Nobody reacted to the bear. I don't think anybody knew or cared what it was doing. But I understood. The bear wanted to hypnotize and freeze somebody else. He wanted the hypnotizing relationship to be reciprocal, so that he could feel he had a little control over the situation. So I did my best to act hypnotized and frozen, to make the polar bear feel good. The worker was now over at the left side of the stage. He lifted a baby polar bear out of something like a cradle or one of those clear hospital beds for newborns. The baby bear looked like an actual animal. But it was long and greyish, like a seal, with arms and legs like a polar bear. The worker said the baby bear was just at the beginning of its training, so that the worker's ability to freeze the baby bear would be less predictable. But the worker thought he could do it. But as soon as he tried, the baby bear took a swipe with his sharp claws at the worker's mouth. The worker said, "Whoa!" and put the baby bear back in its bed. He then told the audience, "Yeah, I don't think we can do it today. The baby bear isn't being agreeable." Dream #2 I, possibly as someone else, was in a small boat in something like a Venetian (?) canal at night. I saw myself as if from behind and separated by ten meters or so. The canal was much wider than usual, and it was in the midst of a town that looked almost as if it were made only of wooden frames and scaffolding. The whole thing was very still, and it was lit from above with something like stage lights. My small boat was close to a small, wooden dock, at which knelt a kind of young, handsome, Arabic man. The man had a moderate mustache and a slightly stubbly face. He wore robes and a small, wrapped headdress. He had given me some kind of advice, which I accepted. I was now rowing, or simply drifting, away in my boat. I was now in an airplane, possibly with my brother. The plane was crashing into the ocean, not far from some small island. There was some kind of narration over the event, possibly as a memory from a female passenger. She said something about how everybody was acting okay as the plane crashed. But, she said, once the plane flipped upside-down, it was extremely difficult for everybody to stay composed. It was even painful. I hadn't remembered the plane flipping over. I thought, Is that really how it's going to happen? I don't know if I can take it! But the plane flipped over and crashed into the water. As it flipped over and crashed, I seemed to be separated from the whole situation, as if only imagining in my head all the different painful possibilities of being flipped upside-down in an airplane, crashing my head against the ceiling, etc. There was a lot of panicked feeling, but it all kind of faded away. The scene faded into my brother and I floating in the boat on the canal. We had drifted out toward the center of the canal. We sat up and began rowing our way back to the sides. There had been some huge storm and flood in the canal. My brother and I had barely survived. But the water levels were now back to normal. Things were calm. We were rowing our way to a portion of the canal that was light with morning light, not dark, like the previous portion of canal (still) was. We rowed in the water between two long, wooden docks. On the platform at the end of and between the two docks stood the Arabic man. I realized that the advice this man had given me had saved me and my brother. I somehow left my brother on the front end of the left dock. I rowed back toward the end. I approached the man. He either reached out or bent over to help me up to the dock. He also had an object in his hand. It looked like some kind of NERF toy. It was a hot-pink circle outline against a black circle of fabric, like some kind of pad for catching velcro balls. I was very grateful for the man's advice. I wanted to prove it in a really personal way. So I asked the man, "How do you say 'thank you' in Arabic?" The man asked, "Arabic?" He stood up and looke a little confused, maybe even uneasy. I noticed that a couple other men were with the Arabic man. They were all doing some kind of work in the city behind them. The city may have been white stone buildings or more of the wood-frame structures. The whole scene was bathed in gentle, yellow sunlight. I was worried the man wasn't Arabic. But he finally answered something like, "Meretas," or, "Muhretas." I was still in the boat, rowing back toward the front of the dock. The man walked alongside me, or a little behind, on the left (as I had approached them) dock. The man and I were discussing something. I was working a little too hard to make the man feel at ease. I still felt like I had somehow offended him by asking him how to say "thank you" in Arabic. I felt like he now also regarded me suspiciously. I was trying to prove I wasn't suspicious.
I was listening to Apollo 13 on the DVD player all night while I was dreaming, and I could hear the movie in my dreams. In this dream, I'm staying at a detached guest house about 45 feet from the main residence. It's 2:00 in the morning. I'm looking up at the stars, I see Betelgeuse, and I send a wave of love to it because I know Adam is there. Then it occurs to me that we haven't advanced far enough in technology yet that he would be in another star system. I just know he's far away. I go to the house, which I usually do at 2 in the morning when it's quiet just to sit in the living room. This time, it's filled with young science students who are trying to figure out a project. There is a lot going on. They're trying to save one of their buddies who is stuck on a spacecraft. I say this would make a good screenplay and one of them smiles, but they're all clearly more serious than that. They keep working on it, and I notice a green messenger bag that John has given me. He's taped the notes for a theatre project onto the flap. I remove the paper with the notes, and it occurs to me that when John sees that I've done this, it'll be a daring move. The guys in the spacecraft are eventually saved, everyone cheers, and one young man in the next car gives me a Spock "live long and prosper" sign. I smile and give him one back, conscious that anyone who sees this will think we are geeks! He smiles back, and shows his other hand (his left hand), which has only three fingers that are naturally arranged in the Vulcan peace sign - and he says, "This is the only way I can make my hands look even." It's clearly a joke. I smile in acknowledgement and then drive away with whoever's driving the car I'm in. For one of these rare times, I simply haven't a clue what any of this means in my life. Edit: Oh, except the thing with John's messenger bag. Removing the theatre project notes symbolizes removing the guise of working together on a project. The simple messenger bag, without that embellishment tacked on, symbolizes us simply being together without a reason other than plain, simple desire. That thought is so scary that it had to couch itself in the symbolism of the green messenger bag. By removing the theatre notes, I'm boldly giving him the message that the messenger bag is a personal gift, not a utilitarian one. Brassy move. I'm sure I couldn't say something like that to him in real life...or possibly even say it to myself.
Updated 08-19-2011 at 12:57 PM by 40054 (to add an interpretation of one symbol)
(There is a "trigger warning" on the content of this dream.) This dream takes place in a sort of Medieval fantasy world, much like Lord of the Rings. I am my dream incarnation Kalima, who has orange hair and wears a white and violet dress. I am in the center of a large valley of some kind. I am on a flat plain surrounded completely by large snowy mountains. It is cold and dry and it is either late autumn or I am far north, though there is no snow on the ground. I know I am trying to find my way to a certain land, but I do not know how to get there. I am in the process of escaping another land where people are trying to kill me because I have been accused of witchcraft. A while ago I was being pursued by a group of men dressed in furs who were riding black horses, but somehow I avoided them and ended up in this valley. I am nervous because there are no trees or large boulders to hide behind and if the horsemen make there way into this valley, they will surely see me. I head for the smallest range of mountains and try to traverse over it, but I lack supplies and I am starving, I am too tired and it is too cold. I collapse and some travellers find me and take me to their cabin on the other side of the mountain. I sleep for a long time and when I awake I am in a trance like state and I start drawing maps because for some reason I am unable to speak and cannot tell my rescuers where I am trying to go. Some of the older men in the family recognizes the land I have drawn in my map and they gathers supplies to try and take me there. We travel for a long time and are almost at my destination when the horsemen find us and attack us. All of the men I am travelling with, except one, are killed and we are taken prisoner. We are taken to a camp set up by the horsemen and I am interrogated and tortured because the horsemen want to know where I was headed, though for some reason I am still unable to talk. Late in the night thw lone survivor of the men I had been travelling with is tortured and killed. After his death some of the horsemen gang rape me repeatedly. Dawn comes and I am traumatized and exhausted and am looking forward to the horsemen killing me for witchcraft because I do not want to live anymore. Before they can assault me further the horsemen's camp is attacked by elven warriors and the horsemen flee or are killed. I am overhwelmed by everything that has happened and pass out. When I wake up I am in a large palace somewhere and there are beautiful elven people walking around and whispering softly in the grand halls. My wounds are dressed and there is fresh fruit and bread on a table near by soft bed. I am still traumatized from the torture and rape, and still unable to talk, yet somehow I know that I have arrived at my destination and I fall back into a such deep sleep that I do not know if I am just asleep or if I have died.
Updated 08-21-2011 at 09:55 AM by 6048
Vividness: 5/5 Recall: 3/5 I'm in a baskethall I used to play as a kid. I don't know how it comes, but I'm in one of the teams. I sit on the bench and see how the game goes. Our team seems to be loosing. I see all the missed opportunities to pass the ball etc. A player in our team is replaced by me. We play from this time on really awesome and we don't seem to be loosing anymore. The ball's out and the clock stops. I look at the screen and see, that we have the same number of points, but just 1 second is left. It's our ball. So a player passes the ball and he shoots. I see how the ball flies, hear how the alarm goes and I see that we made it to score the piont. So we won! I feel really awesome. I begin to think about it, but my thoughts are really disorganized and it's hard to me to focus.I remember that I thought how it would be if I play in a real team in real life. I argued with my self if this is really happening or if it's a dream. I see that the players in my team are complete strangers to me Unfortunately I don't know anymore what happened next. Might be a lucid :/
1) Large building. LUCID. Flight and phasing. Sport with Tim, catch with ball. I had a rope and claw and caught it by flinging it out and wrapping around the rubber ball. Toss it off near him. Flirting? With Shelby.
[COLOR="red"]Lucid [/COLOR] [COLOR="royalblue"]Semi-Lucid[/COLOR] [COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR] [COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR] [COLOR="blue"]I had a dream of me playing StarCraft II. But when I started to play, everything started to run much faster. My opponent could for some reason keep up with that pace and then he smashed me with his army.[/COLOR] [COLOR="slategray"]I woke up and saw that I had forget to turn the volume up on my Iphone so I had overslept one hour. So I had to spend 7 minutes on fixing the timer setup on my Iphone app, but everytime I changed something on the Iphone it changed back, so I even thought I was dreaming, but I was just so tired that I messed up the buttons. When I was done I got right back to sleep. The alarm woke me up 4 times (8+4+8+12=32 minutes) but when I got the feeling agains I gave up and moved... I then started to have a pretty vivid dream[/COLOR] [COLOR="blue"]I dreamt that the characters from "How I met your mother" was going to be my new neighbours. I got really happy and excited, then Robin comes and say that she hated this neighborhood and that made everyone to change their mind. For some weird reason I went down to hug Lily before they went away. [/COLOR] [COLOR="slategray"]I woke up and thought damn I want to have my fourth lucid dream, I have to go back to sleep.[/COLOR] [COLOR="blue"]I had a dream about me having a dog and it was so cute, then I don't remember exactly because this was just a fragment when I woke up the next time.[/COLOR] [COLOR="slategray"] I woke up and remembered a fragment of a dog, and were still dissapointed that I didn't had my fourth in a row.[/COLOR] [COLOR="blue"]Then I had a really vivid dream about me and my friend talking on Skype, but I can't remember what we talked about...[/COLOR] [COLOR="silver"]I woke up and thought "That's it I can't, maybe I have a normal dream today and a lucid tomorrow no biggie" and I fell asleep. This next dream was so vivid, and that is why I remember this one the best.[/COLOR] [ATTACH=CONFIG]2452[/ATTACH] [COLOR="blue"]I was standing in a arena, and all my friends that I have known through out the years was standing on a blue square with a white circle on it. We were jumping sideways on the edges of this circle, and had foam balls to throw at each other, like a wierd version of the game I used to do in school on sports. Then I got the ball and throwed it at a guy next to me and he said "no you can't throw it on people near you it has to be someone far away from you. And they were far aware from me right, I almost needed binoculars to see them, I took the ball and aimed to a girl but the ball bounced in the ground 10 times before it reached her. And that didn't count. Then everybody just walked away except me and 4 others. So they said ok new rules you can only throw the ball at someone next to you, so now you have to run![/COLOR] [COLOR="royalblue"]I ran really quickly I run so fast that I was almost touched to ground with my ear in the curves.[/COLOR] [COLOR="royalblue"]Then I also went out of there, and opened a door and was inside a squash room,[/COLOR] [COLOR="red"]and there from nowhere I just realised that I was dreaming! I got excited, too excited... I said to a girl that I saw "What?!, yes! yes! I am dreaming! [/COLOR] [COLOR="silver"]and I woke up... still counts as a fourth to me :) [/COLOR]
Updated 08-19-2011 at 02:35 PM by 49122
I was in a hallway in school with one of my teachers. I made her angry and she quipped she was going to hit me. I said "I like a girl who can beat me up" so I pulled up my shirt and she thrusted two fists into my stomach I could feel it and told her to do it again and again. After that I left with my mate and we went out, as usual I had my chewing gum and we walked past some people who were spittin barz (rapping) then we went around to look for our friends. We couldn't find them, then I thought that we should try the back playground to see if they're playing football. As we walked to the back playground one of my classmates was spitting barz I can't remember what he said be he said something about "doing it". I turned around and said "It's true, he's not faking". He was going into music club or something. We entered the back playground and there they were playing football my friend had just booted the ball down the pitch and another friend was in chase, the goalkeeper was about to pick up the ball when the chasing person slide tackled the keeper. I said out loud as I laughed "He just tackled his own player" when he kicked the ball it bounced and then came backwards, everyone was like "OOOOOOHHHHHH" I was thinking "He didn't do it on purpose."
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