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I am in some dark room with my best friend and I am playing a piano. He
is giving me different keys and I am improvising in each. Later, I am sitting
in a chair and he is also in the room, but it is not him. He looks more like a
friend from college. He talks about how he is sad that he never gets any
phone calls and the dream ends.

REAL LIFE NON-LUCID

I've been having pretty bad luck with dreaming recently. Currently going through a bit of a dry spell, but I think it was partly my own fault, as I failed to update my dream journal for a couple of days. Anyway, here are the only dreams I can remember from the last couple of days...

1) I was in the car with my sister (i think...?). I think we were on our way to our old drama group. Suddenly I was sad down in that drama group, watching a performance. My sister was in it, despite not going for years. My friend Lottie, who has been in it every year without fail, was not in it this year and was sat next to me. No one on stage was taking it seriously - they were making lots of mistakes, and when they did they would simply laugh about it and chat to the audience. I then saw a scene of the performance, where the main chunk of actors were very young children. However, they were much shorter than the average 4 year old should be, looking like dwarfs.

2) Me and my friend Richard were in my old primary school assembly hall. We were at a school disco, however there were very few people there. It was very dark, but the atmosphere was very boring. Suddenly, 3 or 4 men with shaved heads left the room. Richard noticed this, getting all excited and taking this as an opportunity to get a bong out. He used a very thing small one. He put it town after having a large toke. Suddenly, the men came back in, but I wanted a go, despite not smoking weed in real life. I quickly raised the bong to my mouth and breathed in, but nothing came out. I was interrupted as Rose, a dinner-lady from my real school, started having a go at me, telling me that illegal drug consumption was an immediate ban from this years school prom. I asked her if she meant JUST Richard, but she told me it applied to both of us. I got very desperate, begging her to let me go and insisting that I hadn't done any weed, just him. Eventually, she asked to smell my breath. I thought I was safe as I hadn't inhaled much at all, and quickly breathed onto my hand to test. I smelled fine, and breathed into Rose's face. She concluded that I hadn't done any weed, and I was fine. Later, I saw Richard and told him that he had been banned from the Prom. He said "Ah, you dobbed me in didn't you!?", but I told him that Rose had seen him. He looked slightly annoyed, but nowhere near as annoyed as I would have been.

Note: The past two nights I've had dreams about red shirts. My old job dream two entries ago, I was wearing one particular red shirt I own. Tonight, and after I recorded this entry, my girlfriend came over. She brought with her the very shirt I had dreamed about. I had no idea she had taken in it, or that it wasn't in my laundry basket.

It's possible, even likely in this instance, that subconsciously I was aware it was missing.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was driving through a town. I was probably in the car with my family, and my mother may have been driving.

The town was centered somehow around some kind of mining operations, or else it had been in the past. I may have had some "memories" of looking at photos of the town or watching a video about the town.

At some point we drove past a young man in a business suit. The man was white, very tall, and very thin, with hair down to about his jaw line. He looked very professional, but also very haggard and tired, almost to the point of a nervous breakdown.

My mom drove the car into a parking lot for an apartment complex. As we drove into the lot, I commented how nice and clean this town seemed, but how it had such a lonely, spooky quality, like in a ghost story.

Dream #2

I had just finished some kind of task with a group of people. The people were all at the other end of a huge, fenced in field, like a lawn for a number of soccer fields. It was a sunny day.

I may have been walking away from the field. But I got distracted. I noticed that I had a bunch of humongous hairs in my nose. I began pulling them out. But there were so many.

I walked back into the field and frantically began pulling the hairs out of my nose. A man who looked, and wore clothes, like Orlando Bloom in Pirates of the Caribbean was nearby. I didn't want him to see me pulling all these hairs out of my nose. So I walked between two stone walls, like the walls for outdoor racquetball courts.

The Orlando Bloom guy followed me. So I hurriedly walked away from the stone walls. I gifigured I would just leave the field altogether.

I was still pulling hairs out of my nose. I had a handful of hairs. They were all about 4cm long.

As I approached the gate, the Orlando Bloom guy came up behind me and said he needed to talk to me. He said he was having the same trouble I was, and that he was going to "contact the lady" about it. Apparently the lady had told the guy she could solve his problem. But she hadn't solved it yet.

I knew that everything the guy had just spoken about was in regards to the long hairs growing out of my nose.

I went into a park bathroom, possibly to was my hands. I was now exiting the bathroom. The bathroom was big, made out of concrete and cinder blocks, and had dimmish, fluorescent lighting.

As I approached the door, I could hear the guy talking to somebody on the phone. I could tell from the guy's voice that he was no longer Orlando Bloom, but some guy I had known in college, JP.

The guy was telling the person, who I knew was a pretty, blonde girl, that his cover had almost been blown. It turned out the guy had been at the field either to follow me or to keep me out of the way while something bad happened. But since I had put the guy in a position where he'd had to talk to me, the position had been messed up. Somehow all of this was the woman's fault.

I stood before the door, not yet opening it. I felt betrayed by the guy. I thought he'd been trying to sympathize with me or be my friend.

I lifted my hands up before my face. The backs of my hands were cracked in a few small places. In the cracks was a hard, ambery and red substance, which I took to be scabs.

I went to open the door. But the guy, having finished his phone conversation, pushed open the door, almost knocking me over. He now definitely looked like JP. He was tall, with pale olive skin and short, slightly spiky hair.

The guy was slightly surprised by having run into me, but he greeted me kindly, in a way I now understood as being completely fake. I greeted him in a fake-friend way too, just wanting to get out of thr bathroom and away from the guy altogether.

Hours of sleep: 9
Vividness: 5/5
Recall: 4/5

I'm at home and it's summer. I putting on a bigfoot-costume because I'm going to a costume party. It's really hot and I start sweating a lot. I open the front door and it's suddenly evening and it starts getting dark. I'm at a parking there are some bungalows. A few friends of mine are also there and they're wearing suits and dresses. I now also wear suit now, but I still feel the costume under the suit.
Apparently we are looking for some one to pick up, but we don't find the right house. So we abort our search and go to my old school, that surprisingly is in front of us, but in reality I don't know this place and my old school is located somewhere else.
We are in a big hall and there are friends from university and also old classmates. But there are 3 or 4 girls I don't know and apparently they are friends of a friend. There is one girl that looks familiar, although I don't know her.
There is music and we all start to dance. The girl, let us name her A., dances with my best friend and I realize that she is constantly looking for body contact. My best friend, behaves like a jerk and get slapped by A. in the face and comes towards me. She wears a beautiful dress and she wants to dance with me. We're dancing some standard-dance, but it doesn't fits to the music. It looks like she floats over the floor, I don't hear her steps.
So we danced a long time together and it feels like it were at least 3 hours. The music gets more silent.

Me: Being in your company is real fun. Do you want to go out together some time?
A: Yeah you're also great. What do you propose?
Me: I don't know. What about cinema?
A: That's sounds great I'm really glad you asked
Me: Just a little question: no-one told me about you. What's you're name?

She's a bit confused.

A: My name is (I don't remember because I don't remember easily names). I'm a bit shocked that no-one told you. Do you know at least the other people?

I say Yes, but she does'nt understand me and introduce my self to all my friends and I just keep repeating that I know them. Funny fact: apparently she even doesn't know the names of my friends and just keeps saying wrong names, I correct her al the time and she repeats the name and apologises.

The dream began where I was looking at a notification on my telephone. It said that one of my old high school friends, Steven, got married February 22nd. The problem was I had missed the date, and in the dream I felt like I had missed it by months. I put my phone in my pocket and looked around to find myself in a parking lot of a hotel. Evidently Steve was in the parking lot as well with his newly wedded wife. I got the feeling I was back in my home town, since there were trucks with motorcycles in the beds that the stupid rednecks liked to drive. Steve called over to me and said, "We put your name on the room attendant's list, so feel free to come up whenever you want." This felt strange to me since Steve and his wife were in their wedding clothes, making it seem like they were on their low-budget honey moon. I had already decided in my head that I would not be going up there to ruin their time. For no particular reason I made my way into the lobby of the hotel, and found nothing interesting, so I left. I left through a different route than what I had initially come in from, and found myself outside surrounded by a black chain-link fence. There was one door with a sign on in that was red and white, but I didn't bother to read it. I walked through it and my body began to feel like it was convulsing. I began to hear a dissonant tone and all the other sounds faded away as this sound got louder. What I could taste and smell changed as well with the sound. I backed out of the door and returned to my normal state of sensory. I felt that this was odd, and returned to the lobby while almost bumping into one of the room cleaners pushing along a maintenance cart. I found myself at the same fence with the same door. This time I read the sign and it said, "Warning if door is opened fire alarm will sound." I went through it again, and the same thing happened with my senses, except this time I could hear the distorted sound of a fire alarm. I made it through the door and was outside. Before long the fire alarm had quieted down, and I was just passing time outside. Seconds later a man in a suit walked up to me and asked if I had set off the fire alarm. I lied replying, "Yes, but I didn't see the sign saying the fire alarm would go off!" The man didn't seem too upset, but moments later the hotel manager came outside with all of my contact information Steve had provided him with. The manager was acting as if I committed a felony! The man in the suit remained calm, and explained to me that this is an easy problem to fix. He said, "You will have to go to the area of trash collection." I looked at him and said, "Don't we just call that the dump?" He seemed confused, and suddenly our surroundings changed. It was just the man and in the suit and myself standing between two buildings that lit the night sky with road lamps. There was a men's bathroom on one of the building walls and a women's on the opposing wall. He and I conversed about some things I can't remember, and I felt as if another person's presence was with us. I looked to my left and saw two drunk women walking into the boy's bathroom which I could now smell. I walked over there, but then seemed confused about what I was doing. The dream faded.

I had two dreams this night, the first one was about me playing the card game hearts with som guys I know from work. But can't remember much more.
The second dream was rather long, and much happened, but I only remember what happened, not the order of what happened.

I was at a theater-play, but got to do something backstage, so I go there. But then I notice that the play is going to start anytime now, so I hurry out of it, and jump onto a free seat in the audience. I sit next to DS now.
I was with a kid, we were going through a buiding which seemed to be a casino, the kid ran to a machine and played some weird videogame on it.
I was on walking with DS and MW, we talk about various stuff, then DS suggests a race and starts of, the others aren't into it but I ran after him. I can't get to him, but I was running faster then possible. At the end of the track there was the ocean te ocean, so had had to hit the breaks hard, I even took hold of the ground to stop.
Me, DS and FH were talking about our future plans, and DS and FH said that they will go to New York for a week, I asked when, and they said the last week of february. I thought damn, because I have vacation just the week after(IRL).

I was working with some of my employees and one of my ex employees, fixing the water hose of a car. The next day things happened almost exactly, except that the ex employee wasn't around.

I remember eating a pot firecracker and getting extremely high. So high to the point where I was in a field with a friend, but feeling like I was climbing a mountain. I also remember fragments of being in a mall. movie theater, and coming down from my high and having my dad extremely disappointed in me, but he said something like "well atleast you did it when you were with me, and not somewhere unsafe." I felt like complete crap afterward.

¡Single Sentence Sizzler!®

23.2.2011

Hellspawn (Non-Lucid)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

With the gifts granted unto me, I set wildlife ablaze and rent a man's heart from his chest, changing him for the better.

Finally, somewhere more exciting than Word 2010 to keep this log! You'll probably want to read this through; the title doesn't make sense until the end.

So, this is not exactly a "journal," but rather a log book for a project I am conducting involving lucid dreams. I have been doing mini-projects, but I am officially starting tonight. (This log is mostly for my own personal reference, but I figured I would post it here as well just incase someone wanted to read it!)

I have had countless questions involving lucid dreams that I've always wanted answers to. Some of these questions may have already been answered, but I'm the kind of person who wants to be able to tell people that I know something because I've experienced it first hand. If I have a question involving dreams, I will do an experiment, and write a log about it here. And eventually, I am hoping that others can give me ideas so I can keep this log going at a steady rate.

Enough chatter, time for the first experiment.

I've lately been wanting to know what would happen if I was to, in a lucid dream, play board games with my subconscious. This will probably be interesting considering your logic center is partly off when you're dreaming - so I want to know how advanced of a board game my subconscious can handle, if any at all. I have heard strange stories of people trying to do this, but I want to see for myself. As I said before, I will be documenting all of my progress on this experiment in here. I will be starting with Tic-Tac-Toe, moving on to Checkers, and then if all before is successful; Chess. This experiment will be done using the WILD method. I will write another log once I get some progress.

Game on!

In the meantime, here's one of my dream journal entries from last night:


DREAM JOURNAL ENTRY 2/23/2011 6:35PM

I had two dreams. One of them was lucid. The time they occured was most likely the morning of 2/23/2011; before 7:00AM.

#1: The first dream randomly turned into a lucid, not sure how. I was standing on a bridge with two Dream Characters. I was in the same setting as the second dream that I would have after this. This one, unfortunately, turned out to be a fading lucid, and it is hard for me to remember every detail, but I do know that it was pretty cool when I realized I was dreaming.

The bridge was big; going over some sort of dry lake. It was made of copper and iron, and me and the DCs seemed to be climbing over it. The sun was out. Then, out of the blue, I suddenly realized I was dreaming. I decided to go and try to convince one of the DCs that he was in a dream just to see his reaction. This DC had dark brown anime-like hair, and was wearing brown too. I don't remember his reaction because I started slipping out of lucidity even though I tried my best not to. Then I became slightly awake, then went off to have another non-lucid (normal) dream.

#2: Dream 2 was weird. The entire thing was based on me preparing for a giant pre-apocalypse battle in another dimension. I forgot exactly what we were fighting, but I think it was an army of demon-like creatures, led by some she-villain. I remember gathering practically every monster/being/soldier from every time period, dimension, universe, everything. I also remember giving war-tactics to some people who were working with me. I also remember some of our creatures dying. There were dragons, HUGE mecha robots, aliens I had never seen before, future-soldiers, etc. I was the human, and I was also a wizard - apparently, magic would be the skill that I would use in battle. The DC I tried to convince was in a dream was there too; he was an elf.

1st. Started off in the same world as yesterday. I stool all teh food from teh dietitians shop ran home, and I realised it was a mistake, I looked for my cell phone so I could revert to an hour prior and, unable to find anything, I collapsed on the bed, waking up now.

2nd. Don't remember much but, once again, started where the other two left off

3rd. I was in the mafia. I shot a higher up, and they were considering killing me. One of my school friends gave me a smoke... god I need a smoke

02/22/11

Three people sit around a table. Two of them are dead.

The bodies are slumped at awkward angles, twitching. Under their skin, tiny creatures mass and swarm and crawl, and at any moment, the meat-sacks will burst at the seams and the kitchen floor will be flooded with blood and tissues and squirming maggots.

A little girl sits in the third place-setting, quietly finishing her homework.

They play hopscotch on the sidewalk, and they make fun of her. They don't know what she could do to them, what she's about to do. Calling through cracks in the sidewalk, calling up all the little things that crawl.

She doesn't realize that she's raised a hand, fingers stretched out, until another hand is closing over hers and forcing her arm down. She turns and meets the cool stare and raised eyebrows, and knows that the black-clothed child is other, like her.

This "Samael" has a job offer for her, and so she follows.

Sarcophagidae. Scare Factor: 3.

02/21/11

Door after door leading to white hallway after white hallway. "You must remember the way," he says, "For you will return alone."

The next room is an airy loft, warm lights illuminating hardwood floors and brick walls, black leather furniture and red accents. Light streams in from the windows, but I don't look outside. My focus is on the jewelry box which sits on the black coffee table.

Dark stained oak, cheap brass clasp. Approximately six inches across, four inches tall, five inches deep. I flick open the cheap brass clasp. Red velvet? Darker. Not black, too repetitive. Inside the box is an onyx pendant, oval-shaped, set in silver.



My mind filters the details automatically, but I'm focused on the brief spark of red energy, invisible threads latching onto my energy reserves and trailing through another level of the dream-world. A horcrux, then.

Dark. Underground. Cavernous. Walls drip with slime and... blood, yes. No smell, no sensory input other than sight. Area is large, but confining. Can feel the thing trapped here, straining against its bonds.

Sharp movement. Living, shapeless mass of flesh and grinding bone. Something claws its way from inside, tears the creature open from the inside. A humanoid figure steps out of the bloody, writhing thing. This is the monster.

"Run," I say to the other man. "You need to get as far away from me–"

Too late. The room goes pure white in an instant, powered by the horcrux's parasitic bond. A cloaked figure unfurls itself across the room, stands up straight and I make a sharp gesture with my ebony wand, shouting and pulling on the emotions that I need to fuel the spell.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

White noise is deafening and the room gets brighter than should be possible and - nothing.






He sits poised on the far end of the couch, staring disapprovingly at his cup of tea. Earl Grey in delicate white china, set in a saucer that he holds in his left hand. I'm on the other end of the couch, looking straight at him. I probably have a cup of tea, or maybe it's sitting on the coffee table.

"So," I say casually, "From one dark wizard to another..."

He smirks at that. "A dark wizard, Harry? You?"

"This time around, it's different." I say with a scowl, "What was the first curse I cast at you, again?"

"As I recall," he says, taking a sip of the tea, "You attempted to cast the killing curse."

Attempted–?

"You lack the hatred required to fuel the spell." He explains, and he meets my eyes. "This version of you does not love, Harry. All you have is apathy."

Trinkets. Scare Factor: 3.

24.02.2011

Payback (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The dream starts IN SPACE!!!!!!! The location is a literal space "ship." It looks like a pirate ship, only with a series of pipes on the bottom. Instead of participating in the dream, I am instead watching Zuko from Avatar attempting suicide. He is in the pipes and starting to make his way to space. He jettisons from the ship and starts to die when Uncle (also from Avatar) saves him and starts making a bullshit speech about not death when they go back aaannnndddd the scene changes. Suddenly I am at my cousin's house. In it I find CoD: Black Ops. I get exited because I have never played it and want to see what it's like. So I begin playing when suddenly I am in the game. So for some reason instead of shooting I'm going Sam Fisher on the bad guys by sneaking and assassinating them a la Halo Reach. Soon though two enemys see me and begin shooting me with a rocket launcher. My team finally arrives though and we kick major ass. So I grab the rocket launcher and see ammo for it taped to the wall. I fill it up and we begin to climb a huge flight of stairs. When we reach the top, one of my teammates falls off and somehow starts walking on the wall. He says to get him down I have to kill him. Something about a machine that kills him, his skin falls off, a restraunt, and fancy bathrooms with fast food joints in the bathroom.