27.07.2011Bathroom (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID this one starts out with me and my mom talking about her mustang. my vision isn't anything execpt pictures, they appear to be facebook pictures of myself, with the car. in the one i remember, im standing with my arms crossed, looking all cool while my car is in mid air behind me, i think it jumped off of a ramp or something lol. the next thing i remember is being on a city street with my mom and grandma, we're waiting on the walkway to let us go. my grandma sees that there's only like 30 seconds on it, and decides do go anyway. im sure it was 30 seconds because i remember thinking that you're not supposed to start walking when it reaches 30 seconds. for some reason my mom stayed behind, and i didn't see her again. after me and my grandma cross the street, we immediately turn left into this tunnel/walkway. it was made entirely of polished granite, it went downhill, and opened up at another street crossing. the inside was well lit, complete with benches and bathrooms. we went to the bathroom, after a small memory gap, im sitting on top of the bathroom stalls, and me and i think 5 other people that i knew from school are arguing about a rectangular hole in the wall behind me. it was about half a foot tall, and about 10-15 feet long, and went along the floor. some people were saying it didnt go anywhere, some were saying it led to the next room. so i looked through the hole and saw another bathroom, and i stood up and said that it was another bathroom, and that the hole was probably a storm drain or something, since it was downhill, and if i remember correctly, it was on the side facing downhill, so that would make sense
Yesterday morning I had a short lucid. I remember becoming lucid and deciding to just work on stabilization. I go out the front door of whatever house I had been in and I am on a brick patio in a rural/wooded surrounding. I feel the breeze and hear birds chirping. I sit down on the brick and focus on a tree. I can see every leaf, they are very uniform in shape and have the appearance of succulent plant leaves, but are shaped like very triangular deciduous leaves. The entire tree is the same shape as the leaves and very conical, like an evergreen. I try to focus then on the mountains in the distance and try to see individual trees/supernatural close up but I cannot and start to lose focus on practicing stability. I wake up soon after.
26-07-11 I am standing in the backyard of a building complex. The grass looks dried out and has white tips but otherwise a spectrum of colours ranging through black, green, yellow and ofcourse white. The buildings are grey and massive and there doesn't seem to be an immidiate way out of the yard. I am lucid from the start, I know this from the qualitative difference in the imagery I am experiencing. I have had 4 dreams of poor quality with the knowledge of dreaming, but the visual product has been awful, sort of like having 1 eye in the dream world and the other awake. I start by commanding the dream to stabilise and I look around the buildings that look rather gloom. I contemplate increasing the vividness of the dream, but the quality seems good. I try taking off in flight, but struggle severely. After this realisation I decide it is irrelevant after all, could probably overcome it, but it is not my goal with this lucid. I call out for the dream if it can help me. I send a brief thought to my goal of overcoming confidence issues, but don't as such engage en deep mentation over it. Quickly there is a call from behind me and I start making my way there. I am aware that this is my first REM phase seeing as I haven't actually ”slept” yet, so I want to make quick progress. However as I am making my way towards the woman that has called me, several times I have to engage my senses as the scenery starts to blur. The woman calls me from a plateau above me. The place has taken on a look of a mixture of ruins and incompleted housing, though the entire area is connected completely. I know I can get up to her, but she makes her way down to me. I ask her name and she replies that it is Mie. I unfortunately don'w remember the rest of the conversation, for a couple of reasons. First of all I recall appologising to her that I have to shift my attention away from her words and her in general as the dream keeps on fading at an increasing frequency. Secondly we didn't really manage to get past the introductory phases, though I have one word summarising the content ”construction”. I wake up. Notes: I was unable to actually sleep much this night. The first 4 dreams mentioned can best be described as non-REM or partially wakeful dreams. They lack the complete dream scenery relying only limited on visual product and mainly audio. They all were false awakenings as well. Had some pretty scary HHs as well one being a high sound and another the sensation of being tugged in, though I countered this by hugging back the ”entity” and actually that gave the experience a warm feeling to it. Though my control seemed somewhat diminished in the actual dream, my access to waking memory and intentions and goals, where solid and clear. So paradoxially my lucidity was high, though my control was limited. Unfortunately I didn't get as much time or could afford as much attention to the girl as I would have like to, but it is a start and this theme will get more attention! … I am in a kitchen making pancakes. I am pouring the milk directly in the bag of flour. There are various pieces of fruit in the bag, which I am anoyed about. Some of these fruits are green tomatoes. Thure comes into the kitchen and asks what I am up to. I tell him I am making pancakes, but that I can't really get the mixture right, well, to mix at all. I then complain about the fruit in the bag and ofcourse he can see that as being a problem, but I have a feeling that I am really just using it as an excuse.
27-07-11 I am at a brick house in Hornslet, located next to a little lake of some description. On the grass in front of me there is a little black rabbit with long hair. I look at it and it turns around and runs through a gate, made by wire fencing with rather large holes in it. I get worried, but the rabbit soon come back. I walk towards the gate to see if the owners are there. I hear conversation and smell a spliff and find two women talking together sat on a picnic table, much like the one I was just sat at next to the house. I look around and find the rabbit now in a little lake (not as big as the one on the other side of the gate) with a duck standing on top of it. It is swimming around and most of the times it doesn't have it's head above water, which worries me. I ask the women if they are missing a rabbit, and they say something like that they do, but they think he will be alright. I tell them that at the moment it looks happy enough swimming around a pond with a duck standing on it and they laugh at the remark and join me at my table, with the spliff in hand. I see it and don't really want any of it, but it appears like the women think I want some of it, cause one of them proclaims her intentions of making a new one, as the first one is nearly done. Shortly after we are joined by an obnoxious man, who complains that he can't sleep as he is sleeping in the room with the top window located just above our little picnic table. Although we don't really like him we move to a table placed a bit further away from the house on the corner. The entire scenery is played out at around sun set, the lighting has that warm, but diminishing red feel of the evening sun. We are joined by two men, or the women transform into two men as I am headed into the house to go to bed. I am on the ground floor with the previous man living on the floor above me. The two men follow me into my room and go over to stand in the corner, as apparently the grumpy man's bedroom is located directly above that spot. They prepare to make some noise and start lighting cigarettes. This agitates me and I tell them to get out and they refuse. I somehow expected this and pick up a tool, probably best described as an Ice pick and walk over to them. I point on the tall skinny one and with madness in my voice tell him to get out as I will not be afraid of using the tool. They still refuse and I give the small chubby bloke a quick stab to the back, a stab not actually strong enough to penetrate his skin. They start making a move though, but keeps turning back on me aggressively as if they want to hurt me or are refusing to leave. I get caught close to the tall man right next to a door and this time I stab him in his right shoulder, hard enough not only to penetrate skin, but pin him to the wall behind him as well. This treatment, strong as it is, still isn't enough to convince the two blokes to leave so I start stabbing more frequently, the entire length of the blade. Think I hit the small fat one more as he is generally always closer to me. However the first man to receive a stab in the bollocks is mister tall and skinny and shortly thereafter Shorty McFat receives same treatment. This convinces them that it is probably best to leave. They shout back towards me standing outside my front door that this will be painful for me. I know this, not fearing their physical vengeance as much as repercussions from the authorities and the social ousting I know is to come from friends around me. As I walk outside I am anticipating the arrival of the police though I am fearful of the response from my friends who are closer by. I have no intentions of running and I briefly think if the entire treatment of the men actually constitutes self defense or I have crossed some line already concerning that. I am joined by friends around me, who all look upon me with a mixture of anger, shame and fear in their faces. It is however Ida who hurts me the most, by coming up next to me and speaking in Norwegian tells me that ”Michael” ”Who, the one standing over there in the pink jacket or the one next to him?” (which is my cousin and is actually called Michael) she confirms it to be the one in pink and goes on to tell me that ”I know 2 Danish guys I am ashamed and sad to stand next to you at the moment, where the other one is actually rather good looking”. (I am unsure if this is a separate dream or just one hell of a long one) I think I see Mikkel N. wearing no shirt before the scenery freezes and takes me back to a point in time prior this incident. I remember feeling a distinct sadness as I know I am about to relive the first couple of hours or days leading up to this event. The general theme of this continuation is a series of party oriented scenarios, no way near as sharp recall as the episodes above. They all seem to be centered around Mikkel and Mark and their general dominance over the course of events, filled in with other random people and Ida's presence. Though the second time around my murderous ousting of two men never happen I am unsure as to which scenario actually ends the dream, though I will start with the short one cause the other might actually just as well have carried over after I wake up. I am in a sofa with Ida, I am lying on the long side, she on the short (it is a corner sofa). We are lying head to head, and I am a bit sad being in this position knowing she has rejected me. However she starts making her way onto my side, she places her head next to mine and continue to come over. In the end she is sitting up looking down upon me smiling with her bare breasts hanging out. She has minging saggy tits though. I realize I am dreaming as I start noticing her fade away and course my luck. … I am at the central festival spot in Hornslet. There is a festival and people are merry though all of a sudden everyone's attention is directed skywards. There is a large triangular shape with lights floating by partially covered by clouds. As the shape continues to be uncovered by the clouds I am wondering if that can be a flying object at all as it is all triangular and definitely not aerodynamic. Shortly after this thought some of the object is revealed much closer towards the ground and the shape of a massive (MASSIVE!) ship is revealed, much larger than the titanic, though the conversation amongst people young and old alike is if this is in fact Titanic. I become skeptic. The only source of water close by is a narrow stream of water meandering through the landscape, no way A: Straight enough to hold the ship in question. B: holds enough water to support the weight of the massive ship. I walk closer towards the ship and the water stream and find my dad standing there. Apparently this isn't the first time this ship has appeared and I walk over and start discussing why it is impossible that it is there. He tells me that if the ship just has a shape that somewhat mimics the shape of the water stream it will work. He draws it on a paper and I counter his argument explaining that it will not be able to move if the length of the moveable walls is exactly the same as the shape of the stream, rather it will need much smaller segments almost allowing it to move as a snake. I attempt at drawing my solution to the problem and have forgotten the problem of the amount of water. We stare at the now resting ship for a while. The atmosphere is dark and clouded it is night time and there is no clear source of light. This makes the appearing ship look ominous as hell as it is completely black against the dusk coloured night sky. (skip) I am in a car with Mark H. I am starting to become a bit angry, not as much with him, but my surroundings in general. I complain that the massive ship had to travel down a small stream of water when we actually have a river just behind a block of houses from the stream (there isn't such a river). He agrees and I look down the river and see that it is more winding than I recall, but definitely has more water to support the weight. We are in a van. … I wake up and find one of my plants in a plastic bowl with loads of new small sprouts. I tell Mark H. that I am happy with this development and proclaim my intention of replanting the plant straight away considering that it is already in a pot with loads of space where it won't be disturbed too much by being removed. I exit the room and when I come back the plant is somewhat changed. All the small sprouts don't seem to be standing up on their own accord any more, but rather it looks like a big mess. I quickly wonder if this is Mark's doing, but when I pick up the plant and turn it around I see that the branches are just following the direction of the sunshine.
I'm at school. Right now I'm in the main building. There are stairs at all four corners and three floors. The bottom floor is four separate corridors with stairs at the end and a hall in the middle. The middle floor has a balcony covering three sides and enables you to see into the hall below. There are classrooms bordering the balcony and the top floor follows the rough plan of the bottom floor. You can also get to the roof from the top floor. I've always wanted to get to the top and swap the flag for something else. In this dream the layout has completely changed and there's a window at one point, with no glass and it starts just above the floor. I stand in it and my friend grabs my arm and says "No, don't go on there you're not allowed!" When we get out the building, I don't know what happens, but later I find myself in the 'yellow corridor'. From there, the obstacles from the TV show Total Wipeout have appeared. We get into teams and our team is winning when we arrive in the science block. We are all wet. The leader person, who is also the commentator, tells us to run s=twelve months that way, or something like that. We are running back, and two people from the other team (Harry and Kainan, I think. That's two of our class mates) There wet hair looks black and orange. I start whacking them in the face with a woggle and try and stop them overtaking us. My friend, Irene, who is part Croatian, tells me something. It appears to be a Croatian word (begins with 'k') and she says it's like a long month. I run past some bushes, back into the yellow corridor. I laugh and take long, 'floaty' bounds. I'm in the yellow corridor when the dream ends.
i just remember some crazy sp stuff....like fa, getting out of my bed, vision having black spots all around it....then waking up, but not being able to move.
Dream Fragments I was playing the guitar really well I knew where the chords were and everything. I was sitting on the stairs tying my shoelaces. I was with a old veteran from a war and he was talking to me about a war. Dream I was part of the Clone Wars from Star Wars sent to some fiery place and I had to protect two soon-to-be Jedis (I guess you could call them that) in Fabio and Rafael Da Silva (2 Man United Defenders if you don't know). I was being hunted down by Asajj Ventress and General Grievous I got scared and ran to Obi-wan but I left the twins behind when I got back they were dead. Dream 2 This dream happened twice. I was supposed to go to school but me and my friends bunked. We went to the train station and I had my oyster card but my other friend couldn't go, he had to buy a ticket. Second Time. My friends had come to my house so that we could all go to the station together. I left my house and my friend in there (which is strange as it is my house) my friends were walking on but I waited for him. When we left some lady on a motorbike nearly hit us. She was Asian and wearing a blue helmet and the bike was blue too (my fav colour) she rode off and came back she nearly got hit by a car. My and my friend walked off.
Last month, my class and I went on a fieldtrip, so the place where this dream took place is very fammiliar to it. I'm having trouble remembering dreams lately. My and a few of my classmates we're having a pull-up contest. You have to bend your knees, and do as many pull-ups as you can in one sitting. I'm kinda weak and thought to myself that I wouldn't make it past 2. My turn came. I gripped the pole and bent my knees. And to my surprise doing the pull-ups was increadibly easy. It was like I didn't feel my own weight. I was light as a feather. I didn't count how many I did, but enough for me to win. This was a nice dream, because i ussualy get hummiliated in these situations in real life
[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the nights of July 19-21, 2011.] Night of July 19-20 I'm in the back seat of a car that is being driven by an unidentified female DC. [I think] We're driving on the road that leads past my local casino. [If I remember correctly and we were, then this is more day residue; I had just been there on Saturday the 16th.] I'm talking to her about my idea to put all the information about the casino's parking lot layout and its pricing structure for parking fees up on its website. She says that we've discussed that before, and asks me why I haven't created a test version of the web content yet. I answer that I just haven't gotten to it yet. [On this day, when I recalled this dream upon waking, I thought I also recalled the previous dream in which this DC and I had discussed that subject before. This may or may not be a false memory.] Night of July 20-21 I'm in House #1. I enter my bedroom. [It's much bigger and has much higher ceilings than in reality.] I see that P. has booby-trapped the room: There's a pulley attached to the ceiling with a rope running through it. P. is sitting on the top bunk with one end of the rope in her hand. The other end is tied around a pair of oversized stuffed animals that are sitting on the top shelf of the closet. When she pulls the rope, the stuffed animals will fall onto the head of the person standing in the center of the room. I see and understand how the booby trap works before she triggers it, so that I catch the stuffed animals as they fall onto me. One of them is a giant Winnie the Pooh. When I catch them, I say to P., “These things are heavy. They could seriously break someone's neck or something.” She agrees with me. I look into the closet. [It's roughly the same wedge shape as in reality, but, again, much bigger.] It has high ceilings and windows on the two back walls. The windows are covered with either blinds or curtains [not sure], but are still letting light into the room. The closet has been mostly emptied of its contents, but a few of my clothes are left hanging there, mixed in with some of P.'s. [P. and I shared this bedroom in House #1, by the way.] My smaller Winnie the Pooh stuffed toy and other toys that I consider to be family heirlooms are sitting on the shelf directly above the clothes. There are also higher shelves. I look at the closet and think, This closet is big enough to be a second bedroom! Why didn't we ever use it as one? [I still have some clothes in the closet of my room at House #3 that I haven't moved over to my new place yet. I suspect that's where some of the content of this dream came from.]
[This is a catch-up post. These dreams are from the night of July 18-19, 2011.] I'm at my old elementary school. I'm following a little ridey-car through a bunch of playgrounds, which are big, colorful, and elaborate. I'm at the dining table in House #1, eating a meal with my parents and having a heated discussion of NaNoWriMo T-shirts with my dad. I insist, “If I need a large, you need at least a 2XL!” He's insulted and ends the conversation right there. [Day residue: I had just ordered a new NaNoWriMo T-shirt on the 17th, and I do, in fact, need a large, because their shirt sizes tend to be small.] My family is staying in a rented vacation house that is up on a slight hill. My mom and I drive up to it in her red Honda Fit [she really does drive one in real life] and pull into its dirt driveway. There are already many other cars parked in front of the house, causing my mom to complain about having to back out through such a narrow space later. We're planning on leaving the rented house later and going and staying at a camp. [Fragment] I tell my parents about my plan to purchase a Smart Car. [More day residue; I really had been thinking about doing that.]
I was playing a game. Warcraft: Frozen Throne? I was making knights and horses, and then putting knights on them. I was to defend a small area. There are two openings, and I have to last for a certain amount of time. There are bandits/enemies on one side, but then they ran to the other opening. I moved my knights to that side. Strangely, the bandits destroyed the... something, in that area, and so now we only have one opening to protect. Then I was on a table, eating a delicious chocolate cheese cake. The beach. Party? I also recall trying to download Ubuntu 8.04. ----- Note: strangely, just this morning, mom bought Whattatops, my favorite chocolate cupcake
[This is a catchup post. These dreams are from the night of July 15-16, 2011.] I'm at a high school football game between my high school and another school called Bell High School, which has white and purple as its school colors. [I'm sure there is a real Bell High School, but I do not know what its school colors are in real life.] At halftime, both school's marching bands combine to perform a semi-rehearsed field show together. It's based on my high school's field show from last year [which I didn't even see in real life; within the dream, however, I recognized the show I was watching as being based on the show they had done the previous year]. Although I could go out and join in performing the show if I wanted to, I just watch it. I would have known how to perform most of the show I'm watching if I had been in marching band last year, but I wasn't, so I don't. Besides, I don't have my clarinet with me. The show involves pushing low, wheeled wooden boxes around on the field and crouching down to hide behind them. [Different dream.] I'm walking around in a public space naked, hoping not to be seen by anyone. [Yes, again. This time,] I'm in an enclosed, single-story retail mall with a tae kwon do studio in it. [At one point during the dream,] I have some sort of blanket or piece of cloth that I clutch around my body as I sit down against a wall in a hallway. There are people I one of the shops I pass through [it looked like a cafe], but, thankfully, they don't seem to take any notice of me. [There must be some unresolved issue somewhere in my mind. This dream has been recurring a lot as of late.]
About to go to sleep.. hoping for a lucid dream. Hoping to dream of my childhood dog, though I am a bit scared. I have about 6 hours to sleep. Wish me luck!
1. I find myself scuba diving with two attractive female archaeologists. As we explore a ruined site, I find a pot that appears to be made of intricately woven rattlesnake tails. I take out a green underwater Sharpie and label the artifact, adding the poetic tag "Here be dragons, the children of the gods." After I take the pot back up above water, my companions chide me for my extra writing. 2. I go back to my high school over the summer to take a refresher course in Latin. My senior lounge has been moved to the basement and vastly upgraded, with plush seating and large flatscreen TVs. As I go to fetch my belongings from a locker, I find that they have been moved from where I left them; there's not enough locker capacity to go around, and I inadvertently took one from a freshman girl.
12:45-3:00-6:50-7:28 Dreams seemed to be very long tonight. But I only recall one... So some were lost, it would seem. 1) Grocery/book store. Madeleine (9 year old cousin) had just gotten married, but was still a child. Crying. Relapsed due to a break up? Martha(?) Is checking out, I say I'm going to run to the books to grab one I really want, and walk through aisles to the back of the store. Bookshelf to my left.
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