Recovered from DV's crash... This dream is hard to explain. It was more of an experience rather than a story. Basically, the world has flooded. There is debris everywhere, and chaos, people freaking out, people dying. There is a giant whale who's gotten itself tangled up in the anchor lines of at least five boats. She swims violently around, trying to free herself. I see her diving deep into the water, pulling the boats down with her, dragging some of the large debris along as well. People everywhere are seeking refuge on huge piles of garbage. My father calls me over to help him assemble a little portable boat and secure the outboard to it. We go out exploring, finding a wreck and a friend of mine. There are many close calls for me, times where I almost die. --- In a cabin in the woods with my Mom and my Cousin. My cousin encourages me to tell my Mom what's on my mind. Mom's been smoking again, which is odd and disturbing to me as she quit many years ago. After she finishes her cigarette, I find the courage to tell her how I feel. She reacts defensively and we argue.
Lucidity-1.5 Vividness-8 First thing i remember is agreeing with some friends to go golfing. We get our clubs and head up for the first tee. My 1st friend hits, then the 2nd. Both fairly crap shots. I get up and put one fairly far down range. We go up and start hitting it from the next position. Suddenly people start randomly walking on the fairway and green. Not only that but my friends start talking to some, and we end up holding back some people behind us on the first tee. I then am in some kind of dungeon. I don't really know whats happening as its dark and i also don't have to greatest memory at this point. I go to the cell door. It's open surprisingly. I peer out to see that a few feet above is a bar. Just people sitting around drinking. A woman is there. But before i can do anything the dream goes black. I probably went into another dream, but i don't remember
I've hired a private investigator to find my father. She finds him quite quickly, which surprises me. I meet her in some sort of empty grey nondescript kind of room, we sit at a table. She lays out all these papers in front of me, and tells me that he has been going by the name of Joe, which is not his birth name. Some of these papers are pictures, and I am shocked to be looking at the image of the man that is supposed to be my Father. The man looks nothing like I thought he would look like. I've never seen the face of my father though, not clearly, so I suppose there is no reason for this feeling. One of the pictures is strange, it looks a bit like an animated .gif image that cycles through a few head shots of him. The investigator tells me that there isn't very much family resemblance, which doesn't surprise me. I've always looked like my Mom. She tells me that Joe is working as an actor on a British Soap Opera/Comedy kind of production, it reminds me a bit like "Fools & Horses", and that he's actually doing quite well for himself. I am surprised at this, as from what I've heard of my father, he wasn't the type for such an extroverted profession. Flash forward to the meeting. I don't know where we are, in a trailer of some sort maybe. It seems dimly lit and there are wood panels and brown carpet. We're talking, but not about anything in particular. I can tell he's uncomfortable and doesn't want to talk about any issues or hard questions. He talks about his work mostly, then finds an excuse to leave the room and I am left with his girlfriend. His girlfriend seems fairly nice. She's an attractive blond that is much younger than him. She is dressed kind of boho chic I guess. We make polite conversation. She tells me a few things about him, including why some of his ear is missing (I don't remember the reason) and that leads us to talking about plastic surgery, which she seems really interested in. She asks me to get us some ice cream from the freezer. It's a crazy complicated and extensive compartmentalized freezer with at least 10 different slots for ice cream. The slots are all filled up with all kinds of novelty ice creams, much like you would see on an ice cream truck. I don't know which to pick. My father isn't much help, telling me to just pick whatever.
6/15/11 I don't know if this dream came first or not, but I was in school, and I believe I was in my chemistry class. Instead of having the regular teacher, I had some young girl who looks to be around 18+ years old, and she is the substitute apparently. She had that “Like ooooh mah gawwd” accent, and used “like” in almost every sentence she declared out of her nasally sounding voice. Anyway, class was dismissed, and she was surprised. She wanted to make sure it wasn't for something else (the bell rang), but everyone told her it's for us to leave. And she goes “Like seriously?” I think we responded, “Like yeah seriously” or something like that. I didn't do any reality checks (I have not done those a lot in dreams lately, maybe one, but I wasn't too sure). I was walking in some random places in the school. Then everything was dark, and I believe I was going to the back-side of the school (which was mixed with environments from other schools). I kept walking, then I walked to this unknown environment, which looked like an area with a lot of dogs on the loose. I keep walking blindly into this area and I see two dogs (it was hard to tell since it was black), and they are trying to attack me. I think I waved off one, while quickly turning to the other one. Then suddenly I fell (for some odd reason) and that's all I can remember of the dream. I had another dream that day (but I don't know if it was after or before the prior one). I was at the first school I moved to (Cy-Lakes) and everyone was trying find a way to do some insane stunt that involved applying something at a specific area to reach and stab something (weirrrrd). Anyway, we eventually find a way to do it, and we're all cheering. Then we go inside one of the gyms, which had a polished wood floor that was bright-brownish with some yellow in it, which was the same as the actual school's gymnasiums. There was some line to sign in, and I'm wondering what this thing is for. Then I saw some guy not doing anything, and someone said for him to find something to do, so I guess it was like a study hall or something inside of a gym. After going through the signing process (I don't think I did), I walk to these people and I see one person from another school I've been too in the group, and I was going to sit with them, but I don't remember anything after that. Then there was this dream were I was on a computer, and there was some barrier on the left of me, I think it was black wires, and I could see a gap or two to look at what was on the other side. There was this lady on the computer too, and I was see if she saw me on the other side as well. So I pretended not to look at her, like just use my peripheral vision to see her looking at me. Eventually, she looks at me, but I quickly turn my face as if I was sleeping while resting on my left arm. I didn't look at the computer, but I was staring at this lady. After a while, the dream ended.
I was laying on my couch and suddleny felt odd. Then a voice started talking to me. I dont remember what it said, but i remember knowing that I must be falling asleep an dreaming. I started talking and realized that I only needed to think it for the voice to hear me. I then got a wakeing up feeling. I got up but it was sluggish and i couldent open my eyes, I assumed I was still tired from the nap I took. I then wondered into my room and laid down on the floor to nap again. Mom then called telling me the computer was open to use. I then tried to get up and it was hard, I was very tired. Then I realized tha I must still be napping becuase I felt pressure on my neck. I thought mom actually called me. The dream ended. I asked mom if the computer was open, she said no. I didnt bother to tell her why, becuase it would be more "proof" that lucid dreaming messes with your state of reallity. The only reason I didnt know what was happening was becuase I wasnt trying to WILD. These things happen when I fall asleep on my back, I should try it out later. I call this an unknown WILD where you enter the dream state thinking you either didnt fall asleep or woke up from a nap.
6/15/2011 6:53 AM I am in something like a log cabin. There is a celebration for paul and jaimie. Paul goes to take a shower and I am sitting w jaimie on the bed. When he leaves she pulls closer, pulls a blanket over, and says "I bet you have a nice penis. Have you been thinking about me and my friends?" I'm shocked and say "No, not at all." I'm wondering if paul is ok with this when he returns from the shower. She pulls back, so I know he is not ok w it. I feel condescending towards her, but I don't say anything. We go out and down some stairs into this restaurant / hotel type place. It seems it might be late and hard to find a place to go. I feel like this is my responsibility, so I talk to a manager type. We can go here, but we can't have any hamburgers. There is a section that feels like a grayish british cobblestone street. British soldiers / guards and these roundish pole things are blocking our way. I try to get by, argue, and I think I might have forced my way by to this stair / doorway where I hide w/ chad wight? We are in a stone basement, almost like a dungeon. There are people down there w hamburgers on trays. I ask them about it and they say these are for a private party. ... The groups is walking forward in a line carrying a thick white sheet. We are somehow standing on it and I realize we have gone too far and are in the water. I say something as a warning, but people fall in the water. There is a little girl who is drowning / sinking and I pull her up out of the water. When we are back ashore I realize I have lost my bracelets and rings, which are personally valuable to me. ... There is a large group of us back in the cabin, like we are in a class discussing cyanide? There is a country of cyanide and we are supposed to take this jewelry / paper / stickers and get samples. <how is this possible? Some kind of teleportation? This is disrupting the rest of the dream and out of place. Where are all of my stickers?> ... I'm standing outside under a white pavillion w/ danny, paul, and some others. Danny has a white wooden case / cabinet of liquors <Wait danny doesn't drink? Ah, danny must be drinking again.> My alarm goes off and I wake up.
13.06.2011First Lucid Experience - I got to fly! (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Since I realized that I was dreaming I guess this is a DILD. I was going through my morning routine with Drew (the hubby) and a friend of mine, Gour, was sleeping on the couch. Apparently, he snuck into the house through the unlocked front door and crashed there for the night. After we’d “woken up” Drew headed off for work and Gour followed me around the house. At one point, I’d put on a top but had no pants to wear in the room. He sort of leered at me and followed me to the laundry room where I couldn’t close the door because the doorframe was too wide. I had to pull the door towards the lock to make it close and, when it wouldn’t close (it didn’t matter because the door was transparent anyway) Gour and two of his girlfriends appeared and they stared at me, one of the girls doing the evil villain make-out thing to his ear. I had enough. I was so uncomfortable with the situation that I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t really happenening. So I did two reality checks. The first one, I pinched my cheek. I have no idea, either. The other, I pinched my nose, I kept breathing through my closed nostrils and I said aloud “I’m dreaming!” I felt my mind shudder with disbelief. The dream flashed and I felt myself waking up. Suddenly, the dream came back only now, the laundry room was empty, there was no door, there was no Gour. I felt like I had a ‘false awakening’ but I did another check and I was still dreaming. Out of curiosity, mostly just to see that I was really in control of my dream, I tried something easy. Summoning a dryer in the corner of the laundry room. I covered my view of the corner with my hand said “I want there to be a dryer there” and when I moved my hand, there it was, thudding onto the ground. I had a pair of pants in my hand now with a wet spot in the middle. I remember finding them while Gour was watching and I touched them with my hand, right on the wet spot and said “dry.” I put my newly dried pants on and walked to the bedroom. The trip was instantaneous. I looked around at the wood paneling and said “this is ugly.” I looked around at the rest of the room and saw how remarkably clean it was. It was at this point I was rubbing my hands together to keep the dream stable. It worked. I wanted new colors in my room so I just started saying things like “I want the walls to be Forest Green, now Red. That’s too bright. What about.. rosewood?” And the colors stopped changing when I was happy. I changed the ceiling and molding apricot, too. I was very happy with the result. It was at this point I remember thinking “I wonder how fast time is moving in real life” and “I don’t want this to end.” I stood at my curtains and said aloud “planets, stars, dark orange” because I wanted to have a beautiful sky in my dream world. I walked through the closed, glass window, with the glass stretching over me like saran wrap and letting go with no strain on my part. I looked up and saw no planets, no orange but I did see a beautiful sky. It was light blue, vivid, and the clouds were small and scarce. There was no wind. Through the blue sky I could see stars though and I commented on the beauty. Not what I wanted but it was at least a beautiful sky. I teleported back into my computer room but I wasn’t sure I was still dreaming. The dream felt so real that I reached out and touched my fish tank and it actually felt like it was there. I pinched my nose again and continued breathing. I remembered that I was dreaming and walked outside through the window. This time, I wanted to fly. I rubbed my hands together to keep it stable, I ended up in the entranceway and put on my shoes, walked outside, took a deep breath and jumped. I kept thinking to myself “I won’t be able to do it.” But, as I soared higher and higher, I kept thinking to myself “I’m going to fly. For the first time, I’m going to fly.” And I did. Flying over the lowest clouds, I saw my dream island. For some reason, I could just feel in my gut that it was mine. I flew down and on my way to the shore that came before the island (it was round and around it was a heart shape. I couldn’t tell whether it was reef or boats or other, smaller islands.) I floated down, letting my feet touch the ground only once and I flew by Arnold Schwarzenegger who was repairing a car. I made an “I’ll be back” joke and we talked smack about Reb Brown. But I wanted to see what was up with the island so I flew down to the shore, rubbing my hands. I kept doing my reality checks and, on my way to one of the side islands, I felt the dream fading. I desperately kept rubbing my hands to keep it from fading but it was already nearly gone. I closed my eyes and focused on my hands. And when that didn’t work, I tried to open my eyes but couldn’t. I still recognized that I was in a dream and tried looking through my closed eyes (which is a recurring theme in my dreams, even since I was a child) and it worked! But the world around me was already beginning to turn a light grey. I saw the island I was trying to reach fade into the grey, I no longer had a body and I woke up.
Updated 06-15-2011 at 04:35 PM by 47776
I dreamt I was with the Soprano's family waiting in a lounge room. There was an unpleasant woman who spoke to me in irritation about another cast member when I explained to her that hating someone is not a pleasant pursuit and will do nothing to the person you hate but will hurt you by creating hate within yourself. I made a marvellous argument and lay down and even repeated a point to myself and laughed about it. She later had to share a car with Tony's wife Carmella who later related to me how much the lady had changed which was due to my enlightened chat. Later I was having significant trouble cooking rice and each batch was spoilt. I realised at some point that it was a dream and I had an uncontrolled side dream about hanging out with people and having to hold a knife in fear of them attacking me, which they did. Then later I realised that since it was a dream that I didn't have to put up with all the fear and uncomfortableness and began floating about and checking light switches. I tried to imagine myself in a location that I once camped in but my dream faded. I then woke up hoping it was a false awakening but sadly it wasn't and the lamp was turning on and off as it should.
I had a dream I was outside with Alex's family near a car and I decided to show off my twirling skills. I started to physically remember how skilled at twirling I am and try to do my best whilst feeling that I was losing control of my muscles, as if they were twitching or resisting my control. I then realised that the unnatural feeling meant I was in a dream and to immediately prove it to myself I fall face first to the ground to meet the dark nothingness. Noise in my sleeping environment woke me up cos I was having an unexpected name after dinner.
today i couldn't remember much maybe i was a lot tired and also i slept late i repeated mantras 1. i will become lucid today 2. i will wake up after each dream 3. i will do reality check whenever i become conscious of these i did wake up twice thrice, but i couldn't remember much. I remembered that there was this person at my workplace whom i had to mentor, and my boss had asked me to keep an eye on him whether he's picking up stuff or not. I got a dream that i am telling him to be more attentive and spend more time on work and also go home and spend some time on the topics. That's all the gist of the dream i could gather. hope to catch something tonight. sandeep
This was after working a night shift, coming home and sleeping maybe 5 hrs, getting up taking 2 l-theanine, a fish oil, 4 mg galantamine, 200mg choline, and a Flintstones, which has an additional 60mg choline. I am at joel and kate's house. I might live there, but it seems I have not been there in a while. The ceilings are vaulted, the walls are a brown stucco, and the floors are dark hardwood. I am sitting w jessi outside an arch leading into the kitchen and there is a small blue ball of feathers that looks like it has been run over. I feel kind of sad for it. To my surprise, it starts to move and it ends up it is a tiny tropical bird rolled up in a ball. First the legs pop out, then the feathers, until its all reconstituted into a small bird with a blue body and has some red and green on it. (Its like some kind of roadkill phoenix.) I ask joel when that got here and he grumbles something about last year. I feel bad for not knowing about it. I am in the kitchen (its like a restaurant kitchen,) joel and kate are doing something to my left, moving something which is connected to the ceiling via some metalwork and some shelves are about to fall on a girls head in front of me. I say something about it to them. I feel like I've saved the day. Later on I'm in a larger room. There is some kind of cooking competition / show going on. I'm trying to cut some veggies at a sort of picnic table, but the knife is stuck to my hand at an odd angle. I find this strange. I go to my right and behind the bar there is a chef. It looks like he is cutting up packets of white fish. I need to lift up the counter to get back there but all these boxes are stacked precariously. I find this strange (but I still don't figure it out.) I'm behind the counter trying to ask the chef if he can help me with the knife, I know he's terribly busy and all that. It turns out the chef is Simon Cowell. He turns away and when he turns back he has long blonde girl hair, like its a bad wig. Its pretty atrocious looking. Aha! This is a dream! The knife is no longer stuck to my hands and the dream starts to fade. I drop to the floor and start rubbing the carpet. Its thick and white and I rub my hands over it till I feel the dream is more stable. I stand up and look around. Its like a bar, there are lots of people in it, some gathered around a pool table. I look over and see a blonde girl on a black dudes lap and his penis is hanging out. I walk towards them and the dream fades.
I go back to sleep and into another dream... I'm walking down a road with several people. It seems the landscape is sort of barren and part of the road is packed dirt. There is a kid smashing someone's phone on the ground. He either throws it down and stomps on it or he rides his bike over it. I know it is Joel's phone and it makes me really angry. The kid's bike is more like a tricycle and the back two wheel are connected by a chain. I grab it and make him wreck, but I don't think I really do it, I think I just day-dream about it inside of the dream. ... I am walking down a long, concrete tunnel. Jessi is ahead of me. There is a guy in front of me blowing into a long metal tube that's stuck under the wall. Seconds after he blows into it a guy stumbles out just ahead covered with mud. I instinctively know he is trying to catch people illegally crossing the border who are crawling through in a secret tunnel next to this one. They arrest the man. I go through a doorway and into this all concrete room with writing all over the walls. I look at the writing and everything is in what I believe to be French. "Ahh, that makes sense," I say to myself. "After all, we ARE in France." Then I think about this and realize that this must be in a dream as I haven't actually gone to France yet or heard back from the booking guys there. I look at the writing on the wall, look away, and look back. The words are still gibberish to me, but it is different. I am definitely dreaming and everything seems pretty solid. I walk the rest of the way out of the tunnel. I come out and I'm on top of a hill looking out over a little valley type park that reminds me of the greenbelt area near the old library in Maryville. There are people on the grass, the sky is clear and bright, and it is a very happy, beautiful scene. I recall the tasks of the month and set out to dive into some water. I float up off the ledge overlooking the field below and see my girlfriend Jessi walking down the path. I wave to her as I float up, thinking about how cool I must look, then I fly up into the air and dive back down towards the field, only expecting to find water there, which I do. I dive down into this green murky water (after all it had been a field only seconds before, so of course it's green?) and keep swimming down deeper. I know I don't have to worry about breathing and I try to imagine finding a pirate ship at the bottom of the water. I keep trying to go deeper and deeper but I cannot see cause the water is so dark. I make a ball of light in my hand, but all it does is make the green brighter. As I dive, I hear this creepy evil child's voice coming from my left and up. It is trying to scare me or do something to my mind. I quickly emerge from the water to take care of it and there is a child by the water, maybe 5-7. I'm not quite sure if it's a boy or a girl, but I know it is the source of the evil voice. I slap my open palm over it's head, in a classic exorcist style move, and the kid fall's quiet. To my left, on the concrete bank is a tiny chest, about 8 inches across. But standing over it is the kid's Dad, who does not seem pleased I just Benny Hinn'ed his Kid on the head. I turn to swim back towards the bottom and I see the moon up in the sky. I have the idea to translocate to the moon and from there try to get to Jupiter, but I don't have any faith it's going to work. I look up at the moon, close my eyes, and imagine myself beaming there, but when I open them I am still in the water and my dream fades away.
(This is a re-up after the site crash :-( I'm definitely not going to take the time to post all of my dreams on here, but I will use this DJ to post a chosen few interesting or well written ones. A lot of them are just rough notes or outlines, but occasionally I have the time and inclination to flesh them out more. Just a note that most of my DJ entries will be coming from my phone and have a sort of self-imposed format, which makes it easier for me to enter and manipulate. (If anyone is really that interested, heh.) They look something like this: 6/11/2011.GLD.joelsKitchen.birdBall Date G - means a Galantamine attempt LD - means Lucid Dream (duh!) and then the key elements of the dream separated by periods <entries in here are my thoughts in the dream> ... means a significant break in the narrative / memory or a switch of scenes Dream on!
I am walking through a mall parking lot with my friend. It is the kind of light out where the sun has either just risen or just set. None of the stores are open and we are trying to figure out what to do. I see a bunch of small kids playing and a waterballoon flies towards them and bounces off the ground without breaking. The kids laugh and pick it up and start throwing it at each other. My friend says that this is pretty weird and I agree. I tell him that I'm going to walk around and check it out. Crouching down I am prowling, running from car to car. I see gangs of teenagers laughing and throwing water balloons at each other. One kid sees me and throws a WB at me. I dodge it easily. We are both smiling. I leap over a car and realize that I have to be dreaming to be able to do that. I want to join the battle and I reach into my bag for something to use as a water balloon. I find a giant dog food ball filled with water. I throw it but not realizing my own strength It flies like a rocket into the clouds. I curl my finger to activate my telekenisis and bring the ball back to me. It doesn't come. I realize that I need to use more power. I reach out my arm and clench my fist, then I pull my arm back hard and the ball comes flying toward me. Right before I catch it I wake up
I am travelling with a small boy, trying to get him to his parents. He has been seperated for a very long time. His father is a very powerfull warlord and intends to have my travelling party killed. As we travell in caves and forests it is vitally important to keep watch and look for signs of assassins or other attackers. The boy does not want to return to his family but with some persuasion. I am able to get him to understand how much his father cares for him, and that even though his father may be a cruel tyrant at times, he still has a depth of feeling and a capacity for pain and loss. The child agrees to see his father before making a final decision about whether or not to return to his home city. I accept that as a fir comprimise. At that moment we are attacked by ninja assassins. Catching us totally by surprise, I am only albe to produce a flash of blinding light from my fingertips and eyes. The ninjas are disoriented just long enough for the child to be spirited away to safty by one of my leutinants as I prepare to kill these that attack me. I can feel my insides roasting like a power battery.
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