Im walking near Blond café but theres a hesburger where the café should be. Theres also traffic lights in the intersection. Im walking there and first P is driving with his moped near me and Im running behind him, but when we come to the lights he has a bicycle. The lights turn red for the cars and green for us. We cross the road and come to other lights, they turn immediately green when I push the button. We again cross the road and come to the hesburger. We go in and sit to this table. I see some guys in another table and I recognise one of them. They are speaking pretty loud, but otherwise they dont make any trouble. Im watching a menu and trying to decide what to eat, while P is eating some kind of burger wheres vegetables or fruits. I decide to order some fries (this point I thought the fries as coal, dont know why maybe because carbohydrate.) and some big meal. P is about to go to order something but I see that the employees pull a curtain over the desk that you cant see whats happening there. P still goes there and Im about to say that dont go there but he still does and then he orders something from these employees. I see one employee and think that will she spit to my burger. Im sitting on my bed and theres a lot of other people in my bed. We are having some kind of party because we have finished school. M comes to the door but immediately leaves when he sees us, and then some guy with beard comes. (although he was year younger than we he looked alot older.) Hes a metalhead and he starts to sing and play his guitar. Hes singing some really familiar tune, but I cant remember what it is. At first his singing sounds really terrible, but after time I start to like it and say to the other guys that "this guy is actually good". Some emo girls come out of a red car with A. They start to take their jackets off because its hot outside.
I have the feeling that I forgot most of my dreams, but anyway: It is nighttime, I am at the back of a big house. To get to the entrance, I have to climb a big ladder, but there is the problem. As I go further up, my vision vanishes, and I have to climb it with feeling only. I get scared, but don't freak out. The ladder doesn'tseem like a normal one, it has ropes where it should be solid and other things. I am trying really hard to not fall down. After a while I decde to get down first and look at the ladder again. It doesn't seem too high anymore, so I climb it again with confidence. I am arriving in a small village with a bus, it is daytime. But the sun is not shining, the sky is gray. I look at a map, and spot another village in east direction, not so far away. I begin my journey, pass by a forest, and a great field. I can see the village now. I go to what seems like a market square, and look around the shops. I notice the smell of a kebab shop. I am looking for a place to "save" my progress. It is nighttime at a beach. I suffer from wounds, I think I got stabbed by a knife. I somehow find three people: the one who stabbed me, JD and NK. I do not know why, but I take my knife out and slice them all up. Later, I am in a tent. I treat the wounds of everyone with herbs. Outside of the tent is a sandstorm going. JD is sitting outside on a stone, he regained consciousness. I go to apologize to him. He does not mind the fact that I stabbed him, but he gets angry that it was in thethorax area. He says that this is dangerous, I remember that he is studying medicine right now (IRL). I go back to the tent, it got bigger. I look inside, NK regained cconsciousness too. He wants to play Go with me. He seems like he did not notice his wounds. The one who stabbed me is still lying in there. I am at school, but in a world of warcraft setting. I go outside, and an arrow hits me, shot by N. I am a rogue, so I use stealth, and suddenly everyone is running away from me. I have a knife, (more a thick-blade scissor) and chase after PT.
I am in a sort of culdesac neighborhood. I am walking down the street and I see a house with three posts in their yard. I go over to them and for some reason decide to take them out of the ground and move them. I move each one over a few feet to a patch of mulch. I then walk away fearing that I will be seen. I walk up the street a bit then back. I glance over at the house and I notice three people sitting on the front porch. Had they been there all along? It is a father and two sons. I see them get up and decide it would be best to get out of the culdesac. The father goes across the street to a white house and then tells the sons to go after me. I run down the road and, as if there is some sort of game screen change, I am in an alleyway of a large town. The streets are thin and surrounded by ten foot brick walls on either side. The sun casts a golden light on the whole town. I run through a labyrinth of 6-foot side-streets joined by a 15-foot road. It is very complex and confusing but somehow I know exactly where to go. I come out onto an intersection of two major roads. I forget about the boys chasing me and remember I have to go to class. I see a friend from college and she asks me what time it is. I reach in my pocket but my phone is not there. I can feel it under a few layers of clothing though. I realize that I'm wearing two pairs of shorts and I reach into the pocket of the shorts underneath and pull out my phone. She says "What would you do if you had lost it?". I say that I would have to look for it. "How long would that take? 12 minutes?". I say "More like 21". I flip it open and find it is dead. I look at the top and it still has the date and time and such in faded gradient and glitchy white text. I put my phone away and just say its dead. The next thing I know I am in the room where the "class" is. It is like one of those little pre-school rooms. I am in one corner of the room talking to another friend from college when the teacher calls us over to the table. I sit down, my back to the wall closest to the door. I realize I do not have my bookbag. I hope the teacher doesn't ask for homework. I am sitting next to another student who doesn't have his either. The teacher turns our attention to the center of the table. There is a cup of what looks like some sort of salsa. It doesn't have much sauce though. Mostly solid ingredients. It is somewhat pink in color and looks slightly watery. A girl at the far right end of the table gets excited. She knows what it is and loves it. She says a name for it over and over again but I forget what it is. It is in some other language and I think it began with an 'M'. Anyway we take out pieces of bread and dip it in the "salsa". The girl keeps going on about how sweet it tastes. It doesn't taste like anything to me. It is really quite bland. The teacher then tells a story about some tragic event and the girl tells a similar story from her own experience. I think there was another part to this dream after the "class" but I don't remember.
So me and two or three of my friends were living in a very small wooden house in the 19th century. It was our first night in the house, and we were all getting ready for bed. There was an older man in the house, too, though I forgot his purpose or reason for being there. Anyway, I ended up killing him with a cut-throat. For one reason or another, my friends and I went out on a killing spree, murdering four of our neighbors in their sleep. Each one was quiet and bloody. It was like Sweeney Todd, I guess. We returned to our small cabin and I washed our razors out in the sink. I felt safe because we would seem like unsuspecting victims to our neighbors, cuz we had a dead guy of our own.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I needed to go to the bathroom really bad. I was running into a public restroom. Some woman, possibly a pretty, young woman and possibly my mother, was using the first stall I saw. I was apparently wearing a pair of pink panties under my pants, and I didn't want there to be any chance of the woman in the stall seeing me. So I ran to a set of stalls at the far end of the restroom. Two stalls were inside a larger, stall-like area. One of the stalls didn't have any lock, or even a handle, on its door. I had gone inside it, but now I ran out. I ran to the next stall. The lock on this stall's door was really loose. But I decided it was good enough. If somebody tried to push it open, I'd have enough time to reach up and push the door closed. I sat down on the toilet and started peeing (?). Before my eyes I now saw a list of films by Werner Herzog. They all seemed to star Claudia Cardinale, as if she were Herzog's main actor. Each film would have a description below it. The descrption was in a thin column. Some descriptions were just a small paragraph. Others were almost a page long. I caught sight of a few descriptions of some films. The films all had a theme of a woman sinning or doing something to betray somebody, usually a man, and then having to go through retribution for all this, apparently from fate, by being put through all kinds of weird, embarrassing, or painful situations. I couldn't quite remember what the Herzog films were which I'd seen starring Claudia Cardinale. But it didn't seem like this was the theme of those films at all. So I scanned through the list (how? It seems now like the list was just some image scrolling in the air before my eyes), looking for the films I was familiar with. Something I read said that Herzog's later films with Cardinale got weirder and weirder, and that the women characters kept being put through more and more absurd situations. I saw some later films, some as late as 1986. But then I saw "one of Herzog's first films" listed. It was called Yvonne Rainier, and it was from 1910. Apparently this film had something to do with a nun who'd betrayed a man, probably a priest, and the trials she'd had to go through as "fate's retribution" after this. I now had a vision of a black and white film, almost as if I were watching from some place within the film. There was possibly some old, small chapel that had something of a medieval style to it. Some nuns were standing outside the church, talking to each other. The film was a sound film, and it seemed like the setting was America in the 1950s. There was a nun in white. She was the main character. Now a couple of priest-like men walked past the nuns with a group of schoolchildren. The group walked into a spacious, lawny cemetery that was right next to the chapel. The priests stopped the students in front of what was an apparently important grave. The grave had some kind of tall, church-shaped marker. Before the marker were two rows of small, stone markers.
I don't know when I went to bed. I took 50 mg Seroquel and crashed quickly and early. I slept almost completely soundly throughout the night. I had a lot of dreams that *should* have been emotional, but they weren't. In one dream, I fought off hordes of what appeared to be zombies- only they were alive and very fast. I needed to be in their town for some sort of cure that was found in "animals" near a beach. Once I made it to the beach- with reluctant help from some guy, I had to cut the living critters open. I needed a womb, an embryo and a couple different sugars. I killed 2 but couldn't find the sugars (which looked like pills lol). I knew I should've been sad, but I was just angry. In another dream, I was some random female DC and my father was suicidal. I went on some sort of journey and literally had to put my house in order before I left. I didn't want him going through old boxes even though he was a scientist and needed them for his research. At some point, in some dream, I had to turn on water (Thanks "Rango"). It was originally a cactus that looked like a statue of a man. One time I scaled it and got thorns stuck throughout me. Another time, I was happy to see all the needles had been removed. My old JW friends, Rox and Zac were my neighbors. I was trying to clean my yard because I kept my rabbit out there. I don't remember much about this dream, but this was one which should have been emotional. A kid was kidnapped (?) and had to go through lots of trials and tests. I tried to help him escape back to family, but his kidnappers were too influential. There was also some dream where my oldest son was being emotionally mistreated. He saw a girl eating spaghetti and told her she had a strand hanging down. She called him a fat pig and said she wanted nothing to do with him. Someone was arguing about how fattening milk ISN'T and I butt it to tell them otherwise. I explained how my oldest son never drank soda or tea while growing up. He didn't have junk food. He became obese simply because of drinking too much milk (none of which is true in real life lol). Then, some boy was using my youngest daughter. He was giving her a hamster if she went along with what he said (?) but in the end she couldn't do it. He gave some riddle: "What does 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 3... mean?" People laughed at him (?) and said they wanted to choose 9,9 (which wasn't an option). The answer was "the days of the week". At some point, I had to wrestle creatures for some sort of artifact. I ripped a monocle off a dog while stabbing it in the neck. The dog was confused and saddened by the treatment. I knew I should be sad, but I was numb. As I hurried in trying to finish the creature, his mate returned from her rounds of the property. We wrestled and struggled for her blade and then I woke up. My anger hasn't dissipated any. I woke up feeling rage threaten to surface. I'm seriously getting on my own last nerve.
DJ Log: March 14, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern) Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID · I am sleeping over at a friend's place in their living room. It looks like we were playing a lot of video games, as there are several TVs and video game consoles all over the room. My friend and his girlfriend are laying on a bed roll on one side of the room and I am laying on my own bed roll with a female friend of ours on a separate bed just next to mine. They keep kissing and moving around, keeping the other friend and I awake. The friend and I are pointing at them, exchanging sexual hand gestures, and giving each other weird looks. At one point, she grabs her pillow and starts humping it briskly, I do the same. They start getting a bit more frisky, then get up and leave the room. Their friend looks at me and says, “I can't believe that they would just get up and go have sex like that.” Suddenly, she grabs my leg which is hanging out from under my covers and starts massaging my leg, working her way upward while giving me that 'come f*ck me' look. I quickly stand up from my bed and become lucid. I look at her and say, “You know we're just friends and it needs to stay that way! Why would you go and f*ck that up!” I say to myself, “Wake up...wake up...WAKE UP NOW!!!” I wake up disgusted and do a quick nose pinch RC. I'm having some herbal tea and a glass of apple juice while I record this directly to the computer, then I'm going back to bed hoping that I'm not girl-raped again.
Okay so I have had something I like to call "flash-dreams" all in a row...This is where you actually know you are dreaming lucid dreams so fast that you wake up. All dreams are [B][I][U]not[/U][/I][/B] inter-related at all and in my opinion count as lucid dreams...I was able to draw in my Moleskine notebook all of them so heres the list... 1) Icy's Dream Map...I will have to scan it in and upload a picture one of these days...it is a map used to navigate dream worlds. 2) Dimension where a pen is a lifeform and writes to move. Sun god "Ra" watches over... 3) Me and my fiance/loved one are in a ring of protection together... 4) I am able to shout really loud and almost wake myself up... 5) Pyramid radiates energy and offers support...sun god "Ra" watches over again. If you do not think these should count as 5 different lucid dreams then say something below and ill change my count back down. Flash-Dreaming is a weird event because you wake up like you experienced them all for a longer period of time than what it really was...
The dream seemed to last forever. I think I got to the middle of it and that's where I pick up on remembering. We're in our trailer house, with our son who is 5 months. It's how it was when I went to bed an hour ago, but my son had just learned to crawl and he was crawling around everywhere and picking things up. There were people in our kitchen for some reason, and it's really late at night, and they're all playing some kind of RP board game. But they won't talk to me cause they are "sticking to character" which was kind of pissing me off. anyway, my dream is creepy and for some reason it feels like the world is ending. I'm feeling really scared. My fiance and I are standing by the door which is shut but unlocked and our son is on the floor next to me. We hear a woman's voice talking to someone and they're right behind the door. I locked the deadbolt then and stepped back from the door. She said something about me locking it and I grabbed my son and walked toward the hallway. (I was feeling so scared, my eyes are watering just typing it.) I started telling my fiance, come on, let's go to bed, they can't get in. He seemed amused by the people trying to get in our house. Then I remember the people all got up to leave and went to the back door, I was being really sarcastic towards them and I said "Oh, they'll sit in my kitchen and have fun but they won't even say goodbye." I started cursing at them and yelling, they weren't too happy about it but kept to character anyway. They went out and I opened my front door, the women were gone and it was sunny out. The people had come around the house this way and I was still shouting at them and they started cursing back at me. I walked back in the house and noticed we had a screen door, which we don't have in waking life. I notice a couple of jungle animals run by, then a smaller giraffe and a tiger running side by side. The Tiger though, unlike the giraffe, was enormous and ferocious looking. I told my fiance to look at this freaking tiger but he acted like it was no big deal and kept playing on the computer. The tiger picked up on my voice and started to stalk over to the front door. I started shouting at my fiance saying he's coming for us, but he still just sat there, in shock. I had a few pens in my hand. The tiger came inside and was walking towards T who was paying very little attention to it. I threw a pen at it and it seemed to annoy him, I ran around T towards the knife set we have but before I could make it the tiger was staring me down in the face. Quite literally, the thing was on top of me and huge, the size of a fucking rhino. It was right then that I had realized I was dreaming. I thought about waking myself up, then decided to face it. I reached up and as I did it gave me a confused but still very ferocious look. I started scratching his nose and trying to play with him, for a split second he seemed like he was still going to tear me apart and I almost thought the dream was real and that this was the end of the world. Then all of a sudden this enormous tiger was an enormous dog and it started licking me. After it morphed, of course, I felt extreme relief, but I also decided this dream had been too much for me and I woke myself up on purpose, which is pretty much the first time I've ever wanted out of a lucid dream, especially after I had JUST become lucid. As I started to force myself awake, I saw other creatures' outlines forming and I think one was a dinosaur.
Updated 03-14-2011 at 03:09 PM by 38721
¡Single Sentence Sizzler!® 15.1.20113 Lucids 1 Sentence (DILD) ★★★☆☆NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Originally Posted by Mzzkc Plagued by a shadowy dog, black as the deepest night, yellow eyes alight with a fiendish glow, I worked to release the many seals (set upon me to reduce my powers to a mere glimmer of what I possess) in order to fight back and reclaim my territory, my soul, myself.
Raven Knight's Dream: I am in a place I don't recognize, but somehow it doesn't seem strange that I'm there. I am sitting at a bar and drinking a beer. This is odd since I don't even like the taste of beer, but again, this strangeness doesn't seem out of place to me at the time. The bartender comes over and starts hitting on me, and I am able to milk his interest enough to get a free beer out of it. A little flattery, a bit of flirting... I am drinking this second beer when I do something else I never do in my waking life. I bum a cigarette off of a guy sitting near me at the bar and then I bum a light off of him as well and I start smoking. I have never smoked in my life! So there I am at a bar I don't recognize drinking beer which I don't like and smoking a cigarette when I never smoke, and it doesn't occur to me to do a reality check. As I am sitting there, I hear a bit of an argument going on. I am unable to hear exactly what is being said, but when I look over I see a couple of women getting into it with each other. It quickly escalates with one of them throwing something at the other, and the other breaks out with some karate moves. One man looks like he's going to go over and interfere, but a second man blocks his path but physically and with a plaintive whining argument, "But it's a girl fight! You never break up a girl fight!" MoSh's Dream: Bitch fight Dreamed that I was some young woman at a bar where some other drunk girl didn't like me for whatever reason. I remember fighting her, slapping her and then doing a few kung fu moves on her.
I am in a place I don't recognize, but somehow it doesn't seem strange that I'm there. I am sitting at a bar and drinking a beer. This is odd since I don't even like the taste of beer, but again, this strangeness doesn't seem out of place to me at the time. The bartender comes over and starts hitting on me, and I am able to milk his interest enough to get a free beer out of it. A little flattery, a bit of flirting... I am drinking this second beer when I do something else I never do in my waking life. I bum a cigarette off of a guy sitting near me at the bar and then I bum a light off of him as well and I start smoking. I have never smoked in my life! So there I am at a bar I don't recognize drinking beer which I don't like and smoking a cigarette when I never smoke, and it doesn't occur to me to do a reality check. As I am sitting there, I hear a bit of an argument going on. I am unable to hear exactly what is being said, but when I look over I see a couple of women getting into it with each other. It quickly escalates with one of them throwing something at the other, and the other breaks out with some karate moves. One man looks like he's going to go over and interfere, but a second man blocks his path but physically and with a plaintive whining argument, "But it's a girl fight! You never break up a girl fight!"
1. I'm swimming in some stream with my boyfriend. The stream is pretty deep but the current isn't very strong. There are lots of ducks in the stream. I keep laughing at them quacking and swimming about. I tickle one of the ducks' feet under the water, and the duck quacked angrily and flapped away, causing me to laugh hysterically. 2. I'm packing in a hurry, but I don't know where I'm going. Someone is telling me that people are coming to get us and take us somewhere, but we are going to be unconscious for the trip. Once we finish packing, they tell us to look left, right, up and down. We all pass out and I vaguely feel my wrists being bound together. We have woken up in some strange mansion. They dressed us all very fancy. We have dinner in a huge dining room. There is a very elegant dark haired woman sitting at the end of the table. She is very polite but seems very cold. I have a note in my hand that I am supposed to give her. I walk over to her, and for some reason I start speaking in French. I say "J'ai une note pour vous", and she nods as I hand her the note. 3. I'm climbing up some kind of wooden structure, and I can never seem to get to the top. This reminds me of my dream that I had the other night, and I suddenly realize that I am on the street, feeling the pavement, trying to stay lucid. It must not have worked, because I can't remember what happened after this.
Updated 03-14-2011 at 07:50 AM by 41911
March 12, 2011 Last night's LD was a visit to the dreamscape of Tech. I felt like spending some time at several of the clubs, listening to their unique themes and styles. It was during my visit to the third club of the night that I ran into Amanda. It was completely by accident that I even spotted her amongst the crowded booths. She was sitting by herself, looking as if she was waiting for someone. I figured to stop by just to say hi before I would soon move to the next club. But she caught sight of me and beat me to the punch. "Geoff!" Amanda greeted me over the loud music. "What're you doing here?" "Aside from that I made this place?" I shrugged, "music, really." Amanda grinned. "There's plenty of space here, wanna sit?" "I'm all right, I'm just passing through. Were you waiting for someone?" "No," Amanda shook her head. "Just felt like sitting around here, listening to music. I didn't have much to do today, but I also didn't want to stay home." I nodded, "sounds fun." "Where were you going after this?" "I"m just hopping from club to club, checking out the music. Wasn't really going to sit down or anything." "Well if you get tired of walking around, drop by again and join me." I nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. I'll see you around." I continued on my way through the club while listening to the music until I walked out. Two clubs later, I woke myself up. March 13, 2011 Last night's LD was a random one that left me standing in the middle of some rainy street in what looked like a 1500's version of London. Lamps were dimly lit in the murky dark of the heavy rain. Distant flashes of light marked the passing of lightning. Laying on the cobblestones of the street, a boy was shaking the fallen form of a man. I started walking towards them, rain loudly pattering against my Battle Armor and e-visor helmet, with a thought command, my e-visor slid open and folded into my collar-guard. "What's the matter, lad?" I asked, "what happened here?" The kid looked up at me, his face was red from crying. "Pa won't wake up." "Well what's wrong? What happened to him?" I knelt next to the fallen man, across from the child. "He stopped moving. We were going home." How old was the kid? He looked no older than maybe... six, seven maybe? "Stopped moving?" I asked. With a thought command, I changed my vision to thermal and it became clear, the man was dead, very dead, his body's heat almost completely gone as the rain continued to fall. "I see..." The kid looked down at his father and started trying to shake him. "Hey, hold on a second," I reached out and placed a hand on the kid's shoulder. "Why don't you take a few steps back and let me see if I can help your Pa wake up, all right? It seems like he was very tired before he stopped moving." The kid seemed reluctant, so I nodded in encouragement and he finally stood up and backed away a little. I leaned over the dead man, placing a hand on his head. I then whispered into the man's ear. "Get up." Suddenly the man's eyes shot open, his mouth gaping as his lungs were no doubt trying to get what air it could in as quick as possible. Through my vision, I could see his brain firing up, his heart beating once more, his body heating back up. With a thought command, I quickly entered the Grey and zipped over to an alley I spotted just several buildings away. Changing my vision back to normal, I observed the father and son as they were reunited. After a few moments, the two finally went on their way, wherever their home was. Satisfied, I decided to leave them be and make my way through the city. If I was here, I might as well explore! With a thought command, my Battle Armor phased out and was replaced by a set of winter-suitable clothes, topped with a slightly-weather proof shale-coloured trench coat. Sure, my clothes were a few centuries ahead, but it looked a lot less conspicuous than a suit of near-indestructible powered armor. Unfortunately, it seemed like every place I looked was closed for the rest of the day. So I simply took in what sights I could. After a while, the rain finally stopped, and people started coming out. Unfortunately, by the time the city was bustling with activity, I had to wake myself up.
So everybody here is my first entery in my dream journal. I was looking at some big gray prison with a group in the middle of nowhere during winter in a forest. My group starts talking about the prison like it is some tourist attraction. All I want to do is slide down this hill in front of me towards the prison and that is all I do the whole time they are talking. We are suddenly walking through the courtyard looking at stuff, I get separated form my group while looking at a celar door. Now my group is gone and I am an inmate. As I continue walking some inmates are having some costume party/dance in a big room to my right. To my left some inmates were eating lunch outside on some tables; I go up some stairs and jump into a hot tub with some inmates. We then start to play water polo in the hot tub; then some inmate was complaining about trying to find something(can't remember what). So some inmate grabs some kind of wierd gun and shoots a portal into the wall so the inmate could find what he was looking for. That's all I could remember.
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