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I'm dreaming something boring about stuff to do and timetables to match. At some point i'm bored, and i even know it's a dream, but "something" keeps telling me i must continue the dream as it is.
I'm really bored so i let the story down and take control of the dream. I find myself in a different landscape. i'm standing on a country road with a luxuriant hedge on the side. Now the "something" that was keeping me from taking the dream, has become a solid voice, trying to persuade me that with this dream i'm supposed to do something else - materialize a story about a class and a lesson.
I reject the interference, because i feel that what i really need now is to stay there, watch the leaves, perceive this place, which concreteness has nothing to do with the poor visualization i would create following the voice's instructions.
So I do my best to ignore the disturber and to just be there.

now, i've the vaguest memory of me actually facing someone, even pulling out the little finger (memory of reading "art of dreaming") - but i'm not really sure it's from this one dream or from a previous one which i forgot. be it this dream or another, the target was most likely the same anyway - felt like the sticky kind.

kinda brings back memories

I had a really vivid dream that i was a native American with a white feather on top, no shirt, muscular torso, tanned, beaded hair, and leather pants. It was like a really stereotypical look, and I was in this land where there where these weird hay bundles. What made them so weird is they where thick and looked like statues that tied them together. They where below this beautiful canyon with golden brown soft dirt and there where pretty patterns on the canyon walls. The canyon looked like this. The dog thingy is what I saw all over the canyon, only they where 3D.



I twas really pretty and I think I was on a spiritual journey. Really loved it.

23.05.2011

The Hero's Nature (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I started by talking to a princess. Both of us were walking through grass on the side of a short hill. I was to escort the princess, whom I had rescued on a number of occasions, to a station where she was either taking a bus or a train or something far away. She asked me why I kept saving her, and why I risked my life and everything I had to save those in need. I told her that it was just in my nature to do so. We had come to a swampy area, so i placed a large leaf on the water and told her to get on. She did, and then we proceeded to paddle across the water. I explained to her that in the hero's mind it doesn't matter what is at stake. When there someone in need or something needs to be done in the name of justice, the hero will drop everything and save that person or do something, not because he wishes to attain anything for himself, but simply because it needs to be done for the sake of peace or for the sake of one's life. Its not something that can be explained, its just an automatic response by the hero. It just in his nature. We came to the end of the swamp and before us stood a large tree. We climbed up and sat in the tree for a while. The princess reminded me of a time in which she needed to be saved from a large tree, and that i had battled all the evil forces that bound her and triumphed. I had then climbed branch by branch up the tree and rescued her. She then stopped and looked at me while I recalled the event and we stared at each other for a minute. I could tell what she was thinking. She was looking at me with such admiration and wonder. She didn't know why I did the things I did for other people, or why I put my life in danger for a noble cause. I thought to myself that there wasn't any real reason for it. I simply did something because i could do something. She then leaned down and gave me a passionate kiss. I felt elated and brought to life and for a moment we both forgot about everything that was going on around us. What we had been through, what we still needed to go through. I was in bliss until the dream started to fade and the morning light set back in.
The dream seems to describe a prolouge to an epic advernture. I am the hero and there is a princess. The princess represents peace and harmony in all things that are. The peace and harmony asks me why i do what i do. This is the equivalent of me asking myself why i should be brave and why i should strive for greatness and nobility. I answer to the princess that it is simply in my nature. I tell myself that there isn't any cosmic reason for trying to do good and succeed. I should be the best who i can be because i can. The journey through the field and the swamp is like the journey through my mind. The tree at the end is a place deep within the recesses of my being where only i can go. It is there that peace and harmony thank me for being a good person and continuing to try. I find peace with this dream. I dreamt this only to remind me that I am indeed a good person and that i should continue to be.

I didn't post Friday or Saturday's dreams. Not because I was lazy. Not because I couldn't remember them. They're just personal and I would rather people not read them. Alrighty. Unfortunately, last night was just snippets of images. I don't remember very much. Oh, and my chocolate dream sign emerged again.


Sleep. I am at my cottage, and when I open the door to go outside, I startle the birds who have made nests in the corners of the awnings.

I am on a city bus going from my highschool to the local mall. For some reason, I need to switch buses even though I only need to on Tuesdays. The bus I am on is closer to a coach bus instead of a city bus, and I tell the bus driver that the bus is fancier than I expected. She ignores me. When the bus gets to the mall, I get off and head towards the Tim Horton's, which has set up a bake-sale on the sidewalk just outside. I have a bad feeling about the price of the muffins, but I decide to buy one anyway. I'm about to purchase a banana-nut muffin when I see the chocolate muffins. I take one of those instead and go to the cash register. According to that, the muffin is $2.95 including tax. I am shocked at the increase in price, and the cashier apologizes. I am opening my change purse, and I happen to have three loonies in there (even though I normally have less than $2.00 at a time). Just as I am about to pay, that snippet fades. Wake.

Dream 1:
My brother attached his head to a giant worm so I could play 8 string guitar on Guitar Hero.

Dream 2: I was walking down the street, and I somehow gravitated towards this guy, and he got mad at me. So I told him off. Later, he came at me with a meat cleaver. I dispatched him with his own weapon (not before being wounded rather grievously in the arm). A guy with a hack-saw came in and started attacking me. The dream ended there

I was on my high school field with all my best friends. We were on these huge pillars and and We were fighting to get to this other guy. The first few fights were easy until We fought these 2 tough guys. We finally beat them after a long battle where We got injured badly. We looked up and saw the guy We were looking for. He told us that we needed to get stronger in order to survive. Then my b popped up and said that he left the sour worms in my cupboard, because he doesn't want them he just wants the orange juice :/

I was at my junior school and there were many security guards. There were gunshots and when everyone went to check it out they found a dead security guard. It was my job in the dream to find out who did it. It took me ages but I finally figured out that it was an inside job. After I found this out everyone started looking for the culprit. Eventually the bad people came out and told us that they will come back later. T came out from the building and he started talking to me. The dream then faded.

I am at my mothers house and I am making some white paste in a long bowl which is very low. My mother enters the room and she looks extremely old, she sits on the bed and strokes this random cat. A friend of mine walks in with his own bowl of paste. I lick some of my paste off my finger. He then shouts at me and tells me you are not supposed to eat the paste, you supposed to lick it. My mother gets up and leaves the room.

I waking around my junior school on the way to my classroom when some grade 12 people started taunting me and making jokes about me, they kept asking me random questions but ignored them and carried on walking to my classroom.

I waking around my junior school on the way to my classroom when some grade 12 people started taunting me and making jokes about me, they kept asking me random questions but ignored them and carried on walking to my classroom.

I was begging my friends to come to McDonalds with me. It was about 2am. Nobody wanted to come. So I ended up just driving myself. I went to McDonalds and went in. Inside there was a really fat 8 year old Mexican kid. (He looked like a small Gabriel Iglacias). And he was holding the hands with a another little kid, maybe 3 years old. The person taking the orders was like “Where is your parents.” And he was just being a big snob and saying “You don’t have to know. Just make me my burgers, bitch.” Then an old guy walked into McDonalds and was like, “HEY! Are you old enough to be taking care of that 3 year old???” The little kid was like “You can’t tell me what to do!!!” And he started running. The old guy chased after him. The kid got chased out of McDonalds and into the parking lot. He tripped. The old guy caught up. Once the old guy caught up, he started spanking the kid. The end... I guess.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! For those of you who has read my previous entries, you must have figured out I love fishing. Had a pretty long dream last night, was going fishing in the northern regions of Sweden.

22.30: Sleep

05.10: Going fishing and calling 911 for a ride
I'm at our vacation cabin up in northern Sweden. The upper floor is shaped just like our old house I grew up in and I'm standing in the TV room. There are rooms all around us and my cousin Therese is in one of them, trying to sleep. Somehow everyone in the house has trouble sleeping. I take a piss and go back to bed.

The dream skips. It's morning, I walk down the stairs and greet Therese at the bottom. "I barely slept at all last night" she tells me. I feel very tired myself. "I only slept for five hours, but I'm going fishing so I don't mind!" I say happily. I spot two small plastic containers on a coat hanger, there's a small fishing bobber with some hooks inside. I grab them and head out the door, my mom's taking me to some elderly couple who lives far out in the woods, apparently the fishing there is great.

The dream skips. I'm in town and we're waiting for our ride to come. I know it's going to be atleast another twenty minutes, and I can't wait for that long. I spot a very long row of phones hanging on the wall. I pick the first one up and call 911. I let the phone be and do the same with the next, and the next. I do this with atleast ten phones before I hear a lady's voice.

I introduce myself politely. "I'm just wondering if you could send me a ride, you see I have a bad ankle" I say. "Well ofcourse, it will be there in ten minutes" she tells me and I hang up. I put the rest of the phones back in place and head towards the nearest fishing gear store. I enter the store and spot a very advanced fishing bobber on the wall. 120 kr. I grab it and hands it to the guy in the register. I'm wearing my winter jacket for some reason. I bring out my wallet and the guy almost starts drooling over it. No idea why, I hand him 200 kr and get my change.

I leave the store on a high platform thingy, my mom's next to me. Soon we arrive at the parking lot and I can see the ambulance up ahead. It's a regular Volvo but coloured like an ambulance. I tell them I need help to get down and they help me. Ofcourse I have to fake the injury a bit, but my other leg has fallen asleep so I have a real limp. I get in the backseat of the ambulance and there's two girls in there with me.

They seem excited for some reason. I show them my code generators you need for WoW. They seem amused by them. I bring out my phone and realise it's broken. A small piece of plastic has come off and my mom calls me. I put the plastic back on and answer it. The thing falls off and the call breaks up. I hold it tight and call her again, she seems to be worried about me just taking off.

05.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 6 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Long dreams are always fun.

Keep on dreaming. HARE BRA!

Dream - Lucid

I was in my porch. For some reason, I needed to make a dress...out of wood? I didn't fully understand it in the dream either, but I guess that's dreams for ya.

Anyway, I went outside into the backyard to see if I could find a tree I could use. My mom was there too. We were discussing which one my dad wouldn't mind us cutting down. There's one that we were thinking would be perfect, it's in the right corner of the yard. It had a name, but I don't remember what it was.

I don't remember how this happened, but we had a lot of boards of wood. I remember seeing it in neat piles. The wood was then somehow carved into the shape of a giant person. I feel like my mom did this. It was almost mannequin-like, but with a little more detail. It was somehow alive, and I had to fight it. It was really bizarre. I was in the porch again, and the wood-person was in the kitchen (attached to the porch). My mom was there, not sure if she was fighting it or not, but she was in the kitchen with it. I suddenly had a sword, and when I hit the giant wood-person with the sword, it bounced off. Duh, it's wood. But it was supposed to work, at least that's what I understood. The wood-person had a knife and was trying to fight me with the knife.

I then remember the sword getting hit out of my hand, or I dropped it. Either way, I didn't have it anymore. I remember the wood-person talking to me about the sword and how it was trying to decide which knife to use. It pulled out a variety of knives as I looked for my sword. I picked up what looked like a very short sword, but I didn't think it was mine. I remembered mine being longer.

~

I was waking up in a hospital bed. Next to me, in another bed, was my coworker, Shelly. I remember feeling my chest hurt. I then figured out that we had heart surgery. I don't remember why, but we did. The doctor, who was a girl my age, I think she was someone I know but I can't remember who, told me she put Shelly and I "in sync" with each other, meaning that we would think the same way for awhile. It was interesting.

I remember us getting up out of our beds, and leaving the hospital. We were on the exact same wavelength! It was so awesome, we were laughing and carrying on and having a good time. I could feel our hearts beating together at the exact same pace at the exact same time. We were basically finishing each other's sentences. I remember us walking inside some school that looked like my old middle school. We were so happy! We kept telling everyone that we were "in sync". I remember something about a video game system and its games...I think it was the SNES.

Then, I remember the "in sync"-ness starting to wear off. We were still getting along, but it wasn't nearly as well and we weren't as joyful anymore. I remember wanting that "in sync"-ness back. I thought maybe the doctor could reset it.

Throughout the dream, I kept feeling random pains in my chest. I had kept forgetting that I had had heart surgery. The pain reminded me, though.

DJ Log: May 23, 2011 – 8:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am riding a bicycle around the parking lot of our local shopping mall. The bicycle moves at will, as I do not have to pedal it at all. Another cyclist asks me, "What kind of bike is that? It looks like it works pretty good." I reply, "It's a piece of junk that I cobbled together from random junk. Have a nice day." I grab the handlebars and the bike takes off through the middle of the parking lot.

Quitting smoking was the worst thing I could have ever done to the dream world. I had zero-recall for about 2 months and have just recently been able to recall small fragments. I usually won't post a fragment to my online dream journal unless I can make at least 3 good sentences out of it. I've had a lot of fragments, at least 3-4 per night for the last few days. This one is the first in which I can recall some dialogue between a dream character and myself. Hopefully this is the beginning of the end of my lack-of-nicotine-induced dry spell.