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Dream #1

I was in a scientific laboratory. The floor I was on looked like the lobby for a nature center or a church. There were tall glass walls showing a clear day outside. The floors were some kind of deep-red stone, polished heavily. One other window to my left and about 5 meters away from me looked down, apparently, to a basement area, which was dark.

My great grandmother was going down into the basement area to test out some kind of atomic science device. It was like some kind of atomic particle beam ray. It could be used either for scientific purposes or as a weapon.

My great grandmother now walked into another room to my left and went down the stairs. I may have stood on the threshhold of the first room and the room with the stairs. A man and a woman stood with me, though they both stood in the first room. The woman was talking about how once a proton beam was set in motion, it would go into an orbit around the earth, destroying whatever came into its path. This could possibly lead to the destruction of the whole earth.

The man now said, "Hmm... maybe we should get ----- (something like Swami Sarasvati) to talk about that kind of stuff." The man was basically implying that the physics of the machine were basically like the elements of Hindu religion.

The woman said, "Or we could get ----- (some famous Western physicist)."

To make a joke, I thought I'd recommend getting the Play-Doh man to talk. I envisioned holding a Play-Doh ball in my hand and smashing it. This was basically to suggest the destruction of the world, but as a joke, apparently.

I made the hand gesture and said, "Or maybe we should get --," but I was suddenly interrupted by my great grandmother calling me from downstairs. She sounded pretty insistent, so I ran toward the stairs. I called out to the man and woman, still making the hand gesture, "Maybe we should get the Play-Doh man!"

The woman got my joke and said, "Play-Doh man. Oh...!" as if she were going to start laughing.

I now lay on my stomach before a staircase down to the basement. The staircase looked like in a suburban house, and it was bordered by a thin, wooden railing, like for a child's crib.

My great grandmother's voice came from below. She said, "I need you to go get the money. I can't do the project without it." But she also discussed how she needed me to go get the money to protect it from getting into some other people's hands. My grandmother told me that the money was in a place outside of my usual activities. I took this to mean it was in some mansion in a rich neighborhood in Georgia.

I asked my great grandmother how I could possibly get into these mansions. She told me that I wouldn't have as much trouble as I thought I would, and that I should be pretty honest about my aims with anybody I encountered.

There was now a tall, bald, black man in the room with me. He stood over by what looked like a kitchen counter with a bunch of appliances, boxed and unboxed, on it. But the devices were actually weapons and parts to the device that my great grandma was testing out.

The man made some kind of threatening statement, in a smirking way, about how he was going to destroy the whole project. I tackled him and pinned him to the floor. We were down beside a bed. I was on my knees, on the man's ribs. I had him pinned, and he couldn't move. But he didn't seem worried at all. He was still smirking.

He made some move where he was now on his back. He had better control of his arms, and he tried to make some weird move against me. But I managed to counter that move and get control of him.

Suddenly I was "my old self (?)," an old, white haired, German man who had been a Nazi. I had apparently tortured this man in the past.

I lifted the man up and carried him over toward the head of the bed. The walls were grey concrete, like in a basement. At the head of the bed was a single wooden pole, kind of thin. I lifted the man's head up and said, "You couldn't leave things alone, could you? You had to bring the old me back. Well, now I'll treat you like the old me treated you!"

I was going to slam the man's head down on the thin pole so that I pierced his brain through one of his eyes. But I was a little disgusted at the thought of this, and I either didn't do it or didn't see myself doing it.

I was myself again. Some series of events had taken place, the project was completed, and my great grandma was up out of the basement again. A few people were around, like family, meeting after the project. But I still didn't have the money.

I went to look for my great grandma to tell her I didn't have the money. I found her in her bedroom, apparently changing clothes. The bedroom was dim grey.

I called out, "Grandma? I couldn't find the money. I don't know where it is." This actually wasn't true. I was actually kind of too shy to go to the Georgia mansions to look for it.

My great grandma yelled, "Well I told you where it was! Go to a place outside your usual activity. You know what that is. And tell people exactly what you're doing!"

I felt terrible. I was too shy and afraid to do this. I figured I might fail entirely at getting this money. What would happen?

I was now in some kind of bedroom that looked like an exotic bedroom in an Arabian mansion, like in the movies. A bed stood atop a few marble steps, curtained on either side by thin, pink-orange drapes.

Before the bed stood a kind of pretty boy dressed as a girl. He had long, blonde-brown hair and he wore a yellow-green and black striped shirt and a denim mini-skirt. He was apparently Harry Potter.

Harry explained how I could get past my fear and take care of my mission. It took a few minutes before I realized that Harry was wearing a diaper under his mini-skirt. I started to vanish from the room, but I remained fixated on the fact that this transvestite boy was wearing a diaper.

Harry, all by himself, began dancing in a kind of wild but sexy way all around the huge bedroom. I now saw a view from below the floor, looking straight up Harry's skirt, at his diaper. The diaper seemed to be blue, like blue jeans.

I seemed to be sinking lowe and lower. I ended up on some kind of portico area with a group of students and a couple of male teachers. The students and teachers were all Latino and black. The students were a mix of boys and girls.

I somehow figured that since I'd failed at my task, there would be no Christmas for these children. The children, without mentioning me (I wasn't present), kind of sadly complained about this fact.

I felt terrible about this, but I thought there had to be some kind of magical way that Christmas could appear for these children. After all, Christmas is a magical holiday. Suddenly, slightly glowing objects began to fill the air. They were all supposed to be things like Christmas objects. But they were actually things like fast food items.

One of the boys, seeing these items, said, "Hey guys! Don't worry! We've got Christmas right here! Just eat one of these Christmas hamburgers out of the air!" The boy himself ate a Christmas hamgurger. One of his male friends did so as well.

The two boys were suddenly acting like they were drunk or stoned. The students were all walking to some educational site. One boy grabbed on to the arm of one of his teachers, a big, Latino man with long hair in a ponytail, as if the boy were the teacher's girlfriend. Another boy was at the back of the line, bouncing around and acting crazy.

Finally, as the group continued walking toward the educational site, the first boy woke frfom his stupor. He ran back to the second boy and warned him not to eat the hamburgers.

The school group was now of little, Japanese boys and girls. There were two male, Japanese teachers. I was now present with the group.

We were walking into a forest full of yellow-leafed trees. A couple of girls, as we walked into the forest, called out, "Kirei!"

I noticed that the scenery was getting all fuzzy, like a digitized video view getting more and more pixellated. I thought I'd comment on this to the teachers. But I didn't know whether, if I did this, I'd be breaking the Japanese customs of respectfulness.

We walked along a really muddy path. At some point, I had to push aside the stalks of a tall, tree-like shrub. One of the branches touched my face. It was all muddy. I just decided to let the stalks go and not worry about whether I was clearing a way for the students behind me. But just as I decided to do that, it turned out that we were past that area.

The teachers were now turning us around, but we were walking back on a path parallel to the path we had walked out on. This second path was flooded with water, which reflected the blue of the sky. I thought this would be kind of inconvenient. A horse was also standing in the water.

i had another dream last night, my recall of the dream itself is very poor but i am glad i am at least remembering i have them.

i know i was in my bedroom with someone else, i know i wend into my drawers but thats about it.

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Dream - Lucid

I remember rehearsing for a play. I had some kind of minor part in it, which meant I had a few speaking parts. I kept missing my cue for some reason, however. I always thought it came later than it did. I remember the silence that preceded my lines, because I didn't know I was supposed to be speaking. I remember flipping through my script, trying to find out where we were. Someone else ended up speaking.

Then, it happened again, only this time, we were on stage performing instead of just rehearsing.

Sorry for the lack of posts lately, guys...juts been super busy as of late. Hopefully can start writing in here more again once things calm down a bit.

I was on a boat in the sea. I saw people who were apparently from STNW. I saw a girl with a bag with 'Edengar' on it and i was like. uhh, okay? And I went to her and said heyyy i'm D. She was like ooooh D! How are you etc etc. Then i was wandering around. It seemed like a very strict boat, since the crew were like slavedrivers. I really wanted to get out of there and I found myself going into a backpack which was so much smaller than i am, and I layed behind a japanese magazine and pretended i was really sick. Then the leader came and wanted to close the backpack, and I opened it again. Then I saw that the backpacks were dragged behind the speedboats, so much that they were like drowning. I was like omg.... And suddenly I ended up in a gym with S. and L. We went to a trainer and I had my fat% tested. It said that i had like 38% and that if i wanted to lose weight, i had to consume less than 100 calories a day. Then I asked him that if i did that, wouldn't my body go into starvation mode? He was like noonooo you will be fine. I did not really believe him so we left.

There was something else after that part, but i can't seem to remember it..

Before I forget this little gem of wisdom from some DC in my last dream:
"Follow the buns before you're over 40 and flipping buns"
The character I was playing in the dream was torn between love and a possible future elsewhere. Sadly, I've forgotten the details of the dream other than that quote.

There was some other weird dream. I was walking through a town with a guy (my hubby I think). We talked about the "No littering" signs and how even the smallest towns should have enough money for them. Then we passed a wedding and hubby brought me in to it. I was carrying a book and for some reason, the cake was on the ground under a table. When I set my book down, it fell onto its side but only grazed the green colored trim along the bottom of the cake. Someone was about to make a toast or something, but hubby walked over to the person and said the name of the drink (which was something really confusing and long in Spanish). Everyone applauded, then he hubby gave the drink to me. It was red colored, almost like tomato juice (in consistency too- though not quite) and served in a chilled, tall and slender glass.
I chugged it, but it was really strong. It was a little spicy and very potent. Hubby had to hold me up as I finished it.

Then the dream somehow changed and I was with a woman, discussing the dangers of that drink. Very randomly, a snowy apparition would jump out at you. It was a curse from the drink, but it was more annoying than scary. My apparition followed me though a house and popped up here and there. The most impressive time was outside a bedroom window. His image sort of overlapped with mine, then I mimed angry to tell him to leave me alone lol

In another dream, I was like a strange robot or something and people could pay for the use of my body (like some movie I saw months ago but forget the name). A tranny used me once and afterward I was sure he had used me for sex lol.

In another dream, I was walking through a town and I saw to JW's. They were carrying guns though, and I commented to someone that I was asleep. They asked why and I said because Jehovah's Witnesses are peaceful and passive and would never walk around with firearms. But I let it pass so I wouldn't wake up.

All of these dreams occurred between 11:15PM and 2AM

The dream of the drink was inspired by the grossest foods thread in the Lounge.
The one about the JW's was because I saw a JW last night while speed shopping.

Last night I can remember various times when I dreamt, and was subconsciously suspicious that I was dreaming. Because of this I would perform the nose-plug RC, but it would go wrong because I would perform it in real life in my bed. I would still be dreaming , but it was as if my dream had zoomed out, gone 50% opactiy and had been muted. I could feel myself in my bed doing the reality check. While writing this, however, I have come to the conclusion that perhaps I experienced a false awakening when I felt myself in my bed doing the reality check. I need to perform more extensive reality checks, and simply more. Anyway, when I finally woke up I experienced a definite false awakening because I looked at my phone and it said MON 9:00am. I was pissed cause I had to work at 7 and I overslept. I didn't think I could see numbers in my dreams. Apparently I can, because when I actually awoke, I checked my phone, and it said SUN 1pm.

I need to reality check when I wake up. I'll start performing the finger-through-palm-technique as well along with the written symbol on my hand.

I went to sleep at 2am, woke up at 1pm. I remember no dreams, but I remember coming to consciousness during the night trying to remember what I was dreaming about. I was at Tiera's (my GF) house. I was too tired, and fell back into nothingness. I slightly remember a dream where I thought I was awake, and I had dreamt I was a cat and had wet to bed. I dreamt Tiera woke me up and asked if I had wet to bed. I felt around and said no. Wierd in-between state I was in.

I should have reality checked.

First Recollection: I was with Tiera (my GF) in an unfinished basement sitting near the bottom of the wooden stairs that led upstairs fiddling with something. Tiera was at the very bottom of the stairs butt naked with her coochie in the air Wierd. So, my dad opens the door that separates upstairs and downstairs, sees tiera, and embarrassed, walks away and shuts the door behind him. Eventually my dad appears again, and says he has something to show us. Tiera is now dressed. It sounds like we are in trouble. He leads us over to the wall where Tiera's bucket of stuff is, and pulls out a hitter, and says that I should stop hanging out with Shelby. The thing is, it was Tiera's hitter. I wasn't even talking to Shelby. Tiera and I look at eachother relieved, and accept the minor reprimand rather than the full repercussion of what really was.

Second Recollection: There is a war between my fraternity brotherhood (even though in real life I am in no fraternity) and some kind of opposite faction. I seem to know who this faction is in my dream, but they are completely faceless. It seems as if they were an advanced AI that controls technology against us. Anyway, I was hurriedly running through hallways in our fratenity headquarters to try and find a secret door or tunnel that would lead me to the enemy headquarters. I eventually find it, and it leads me to the battlefield between the two headquarters where the opposing factions were tearing eachother apart. I couldn't go back because where I jumped from was too high up, to get back. I had no choice but to find a way to the enemy headquarters, past the battlefield. I then woke up.
BUT BEFORE THAT
We had sent some floating Enclave Robots across the battlefield to go spy on their headquarters. Problem was, the enemy's force field which encompassed all of the battlefield destroyed any and all of the Enclave Robots before they even got halfway across. We probably sent a hundred or so across, but none got there due to the force fields. This was our only hope, and it was failing. However, as my Brothers and I were analyzing the holographic map of the battlefield, we realized that there was a walled area between the two force fields that had enough room for one Enclave Robot to traverse undetected. We sent it through, and in the meantime I began my search for the secret tunnel.

I have from time to time had prison dreams. Although not in a long time and seldom recorded.

I was sitting on the toilet in a dingy bathroom watching a picture tube TV. As I began to notice my surroundings. I realized I was in a men's bathroom that was packed with rugged men who looked down on their luck.

As a group walked out, one man squeezed my hand in a suggestive way. I retracted my hand quickly. I took a look at the gray jumpsuits and realized with a certain level of fear: I was in prison and I was one of the smallest friendliest faces around.

I made my voice extra deep and tried to make dull and ignorant sounding statements. I left the bathroom with lurching gate. I entered a community area and there was my best friend Joe, his other best friend, my GF, and a few other people.

I wondered what we all had done. I took my GF aside into a storage like room with a connecting walk way over an enclosed courtyard. I had the impression she was merely a visitor. I asked her:

"How did I end up in prison? I don't remember even going to a trial."

She told me my name was on an arrest list. I started looking around trying to take in the predicament and how I would need to act to survive. It crossed my mind I was arrested due to a case of mistaken identity. I looked past the courtyard where I saw a 20ft barbed wire fence and police cars on the other side.

Kerry building a house.

I'm in a post 2012 world. Many people are frustrated with the Draconian control over money... not being able to buy anything unless they are chipped etc. And they begin opting out of the system. People just take government owned land and grow gardens and build houses there. Communities based on Barter systems are forming.

I am flying towards Kerry Cassidy from project camelot with a large metal beam in my arms. I place it at her house which is under construction. I see her and I give her the beam and she trades me something else for it but I can't remember. Since the house only so far consists of steel beams I decide to do some monkey climbing. I walking on top of one of the beams and I notice that Sam is also in the house. She's looking down and depressed with her hood covering her face. I just walk past her.

Nomad and me run.

I'm in a strange house with Nomad and we are watching some weird guy with blond hair looking at glasses of drink in them. He takes a sip of a dark one and suddenly gets an indigo streak in his hair. He suddenly has a dark aura. I look at Nomad and say "Oh My God... He's becoming his shadow self."

I run down some stairs and nomad is following me. Now we are running down a hill in a strange city and I see the weird blond guy walking behind us. at the bottom of the hill is a door and I go through it. Nomad follows... now we are on a staircase and on either side of the staircase is just stars. I know where I am going and run through another door. On the other side is a grassy knol at night time. People witha strange aura are sitting and looking at the night sky and smoking. I sit on the grass and join them. someone asks me where nomad is. I notice he isn't here so I said he must have fallen off the staircase in the stars and should be probably falling into earth's orbit by now.

I dreamt I was in one of three arena-like settings. One with a large spider overhead, one with two fighting triceratops an one with two boxing kangaroos. I was in the spider's arena where a giant spider overhead (like 200ft across? Yeah.) was dropping large sphere-shaped blobs on me as I tried to pop them with a stick or something. I remember getting paid a couple thousand bucks everytime I did it without getting hit.

hmm so i talked with matte before that on irc.. and itried to ld.

it was so that i joined on IRC on my dream and i was talking to him i writted to hihm "dd" something
and i was in ld and i couldnt stay more idk watching my monitor wasnt that good so i woke up..

after that i have slept alooooooot..

i had few derams but most was in my work..

the main thing i was doing is i was looking the list and the hours of how much i worked and how much my friend and others worked..
i dont remember anything else..


karli

I had a pretty cool dream today while napping. I was in some kind of jungle where I was sent to document a story about this kid from a native tribe. He was about my age, and he was known to have a talent and passion for climbing the trees and searching for rare "fighter birds" a set of rare species of little colorful hummingbird-like birds who were known to fight with each other in the tree tops lol. The dream started with him and I at the base of a HUGE tree, all the trees in the jungle were huge. There was a huge root at the base of the tree that was used like stairs and led to a wooden tree house around the height where the tree branches started. We started walking up and got close to the tree house. As he started to climb the branches to show me where he searches for the birds, I noticed a really strange bird to my right sitting on another tree branch level to my eye sight. The bird had the coolest turquoise sheen on his face and other strange colored feathers I can't really remember/explain but they were very vivid and textured with other visual phenomenon I couldn't really name. I picked up my camera that was hanging from my neck and aimed for it immediately. I either dropped the camera or made a click sound to turn it on, but I made a noise and it heard me and turned to me startled. I thought "great I scared it, now it's gonna fly away" but it didn't. It stared at me for a few seconds and flew toward me. I was kinda scared lol, I didn't know what this exotic thing could do to me so I jumped off the tree root I was on, which was high enough to have normally injured me but I was fine. Right before I jumped it swooped right above my head. I ran back up the root and into the tree house. While I stood at the back of the tree house, looking out the door, my dream cut to a scene of a big tiger approaching the area. Then I realized maybe the bird wasn't trying to attack me but trying to warn me about the approaching tiger.:uhm: