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The first dream began outside my friend's old house. I'm at the bottom of the hill, when I find an old and very rusty watch. It had a small key with it that went into the back. I bring it home and try to unlock it. It doesn't unlock, so I jam a screwdriver into the back.
I'm at school, outside my lockers again. The watch looks different. It now is shiny, and it glows. I show everyone how it has strange little mechanicals under the glass. I drop the key somewhere and can't find it. I look up to find my teacher, Mr T, passing it to me with a grin on his face.
I'm in a new building I've never been in before, still with the watch. It now has a large wide-screen on it which has a red button on it to the left. I press it to see what it does. Two people pop up on the screen, kissing. I then realise it's a porno button. "That's odd," I think, and do the nose-plug RC. For a moment, everything is in third person and I'm watching myself do the RC. The first few times my hands slip, but then I get it right, and I become lucid. Although I was lucid, it was a very low level of lucidity.
I turn around and see a window the size of the wall. The sky is completely blue, and there's a great big beach-city below me. I'm at least 100 floors up. I turn back around and see two people. One dares me to jump off. I say I'll parachute down. I think the dream ended either then and there, or a few moments later just as I jumped.

Second dream (this was one of those dreams that made no sense whatsoever): I'm in my bedroom. In my cupboard I have lots of board games in a black vertical board game rack. I really loved owning them all. A black tower, the same height and diameter as my board game stack, appears in the middle of my room. I'm concerned that it's going to replace my board games.

Third dream:I'm in my bed, but I'm in the top bunk instead of the bottom. I become lucid straight away. The first thing I notice is how dark it is (darkness is much more scary in dreams I think). I close my eyes and expect it to be day when I open them. This doesn't work. I try a second time and notice the the wall to my right has a very feint glow, but still there was no real light, so I decide to just leave it there.
I run out of my room, reminding myself to stay lucid. I run into the front room. My older brother is sitting in the main chair. I manage to say "Hi," before the dream ends.

Fourth dream: I'm on a computer, sitting next to some guy I don't know. I show him someone's youtube account. I notice that page has 31 dislikes. I didn't know you could even dislike a channel. I find out that I had accidentally gone into my channel. I notice he writes down my username. Embarrassed about him going on my channel, I contemplate deleting it.

Fifth dream (only a fragment): I see nothing but a page of a book. I know that my eyes are closed. I try to read it, but it eventually gets harder and harder to read. As I read it out loud, I notice that I'm barely paying attention to what I'm reading and won't remember it.
This may not have been a dream, but me seeing HI in a daze, just after waking up. It was most likely a dream though.

Sixth dream(also a fragment): I'm at the Year 9 Centre at my school. Some girl walks past with dark green hair. A person tells me how green is now an official hair colour now. What she meant by that was: people can now be born with green hair and have it in there genes. Even though it's different, I like the new colour.

Seventh dream:I'm in third person, watching two young Asian girls walk around an abandoned dock. The eldest one walks inside the building, which had walls that appeared to be made of a bright wood, and finds a switched-on laptop. She goes further down and discovers two more switched-on laptops. For some reason this gives her the impression that the owners of the laptops must be in danger, and she panics. They both climb the roof and start yelling and waving to a boat in the distance.

Eighth and final dream: I'm inside... somewhere. Two people are standing next to a narrow tunnel that goes up on a 45ish degree angle. One of them keeps throwing little stones up it. He says it's to distract someone who wants to steal an important orange stone. I remember thinking to myself how, in this strange and big world, police would never know how to deal with this, and these guys are right to deal with the situation themselves.
I climb the narrow tunnel. At the top is a dark blue ocean at night. There's a lone wooden boat with only one man on it. He looks a little bit like a demon. I get on board and wrestle him into a headlock. One of the guys instructed I drown him. For a moment, he turns into a purple book. He's now in his true form: a young looking man with blond hair, and light-brown body hair. He looks just like one of those half animal half human anime drawings you see all over the internet. I finally get him in a headlock and put my hand over his mouth. I see by the look on his face, he's no longer an evil person, just scared looking. As I have him in the headlock, I can feel all over my body his warmth. It was equivalent to leaning against your partner, only dream-amplified. Straight away I feel connected to him, then I feel sorry for him, as I now have to drown him.
I pull himself and I overboard. I watch him closely. I can't let him go till I know he's lost conscientiousness. I begin to struggle to hold my breath. I try to distract myself from the need to breath, and then I wake up.

Eight dreams... New personal record?

long time no post! had no internet at my dads. but anyways, onto the dreams:

dream 1

i was in this cube thing with my friends who were messing about. there was this guy who loooked really pissed in the middle of the cube. when we left a friend asked "do you know what that was?" and i said "a hologram shower" suddenly we were running from the guy, and we went down a alley there there were giant bugs. dont remember anymore of that so onto

dream 2

i was watching a car containing charlie pace and sayid jarrah. they were driving along, and charlie said "i dont want to die, let me say bye to clair first" with holes appering in him. the next thing i remember was lots of people fighting, and then there was a door. as we all walked through it, i became charlie pace, and with me hugo "hurley" rayes, sayid jarrah, boon and shannon, and john locke. it turned out we were all convicts, and the island was a way to rehabilitate these people, and it worked. we all came out off narrow walkway to cheers of "it worked again!" the last i remember was there were people trying to hunt us down, andsayid was a jazz singer at a bar. a jaz singer and a waiter. and the head chef. infact the only person who worked there. nd then i woke up. i couldnt belive it.


i managed to give lost a worse ending than what it had. i shouldent have messed with it to be honest. because we all know:


whatever happened
happened

It is night time at a campsite where there are several tents sent up in a semicircle. I think all the food is being kept in the middle of all the tents, and someone needs to stay to watch the food. This night, there is going to be a bear released in the park... I have no idea why, but a lot of people are going to head out hiking then. I kind of remember 2:00am. I'm laying down in one of the tents and then M and my friend CT are kneeling over me. CT had to make it sexual, surprise surprise.. I laugh and say "Put that thing away!". Then M and CT go off into the night.

...

I'm walking along a highway, something like 95 because I made a comment about how it goes north south. I think my mom was there and I asked her if there is a highway like this from NY to CA, just a straight shot, and she said no.

I am in a car with my family, I am driving (Never have done that before, don't have a license). But I know how to drive it. My family is talking about something, it distracts me, and I fail to drive the right way, so I concentrate more on the car. It's easier now to drive it. After a while, we are driving through a forest, but not in the car, we all have bicycles now. The weather is getting bad, we decide to ride faster towards our house. We talk about winning some music achievement, like "you found the best metal song of all time". We arrive at the end of the forest, there is our old house. The weather is really bad now, the lightning is going to happen anytime now. We run to our old house, the lightning starts, I am worried about it hitting me. I see the lightning's reflection on the ground, in a puddle. It looks beautiful.

The part "running from the bad weather" reminds me of a youth memory, it's very similar.

I tried to do a WILD in a nap because I had some spare time. I never experienced any of what people described as sleep paralysis or HI. There were two times that I nearly slipped into dreaming, but I suddenly pulled out again? There was one moment where I was counting... 166...167... A random thought (the beginning of a dream) began to unfold, then it went away... 168...169

I had gym this arvo so I thought I'd be tired enough to do it, obviously not

There is this little thing I remember, I'm not sure if I'm right, but I think I saw an orangey haired person standing behind a counter in a kitchen...

Morning of February 22, 2011. Tuesday.



I am shaving in what seems to be an unusual manner relative to location and distance from the bathroom(?) mirror. (It may actually be a mirror just outside our bathroom, although our house seems unfamiliar, but is like a composite of a few houses I have lived in with some features being of our present home.) There are several short periods of contemplation - through which seem like about twenty minutes total - when my face becomes a bright, shiny silver plate all around. During these times, I have various thoughts. These thoughts include ideas about not needing to shave over smooth silver. I also have trouble focusing my eyes to shave at times, because my face is so bright, as it distorts and reflects so that I can not see where I am shaving. My entire face is of a solid, polished silver “skin” that augments any light in the area exponentially. My eyes are there, but as outlined shadows of a lesser brightness against the “mask” of my “real” (in my dream) skin.

It would seem to be a transient condition that may be related to either reflected light or mood or even the time of day. Later, I seem to be back in my old apartment and shaving there as well, but my facial skin is bleeding everywhere. Over time, I start to worry that I have lost too much blood to live, although there is not that much bleeding from particular areas during a shorter time. There are only a few extremely thick and hard hairs left along the sides of my face, reminding me of tree stumps.

Again, there are times when my face is a silver, polished plate, with shadowy outlined eyes only - no discernible nose or mouth. I am vaguely worried I may die (during times when my face is otherwise normal), but nothing dramatic happens.

A connected dream, in which my face is also sometimes the silver glowing “mask” of “real” skin, involves three new daughters. Oddly, they seem less than nine months apart, the oldest being perhaps a year and a half or two years old at the most and the youngest maybe six months old or older. I am not sure of the ages, but I still question if this closeness of ages would be possible. It is also possible that the youngest is newly born. The oldest is named Rowena. The middle one (by age) is Tillie. (The name “Tillie” might have come from a comic book character I was familiar with for a time - “Tillie the Toiler”.) I am not sure of the name of the youngest; it seems we may have not given her a name yet.

The middle one (by age and on the northernmost end - the oldest, Rowena, resting to the southern-most side of the room, the youngest in the middle) keeps trying to stand, but falls over and bumps her head several times (but is not injured in anyway, although I have concern). They are all on the floor on a large blue mat. I am sitting on a (white?) sofa on the east side of the room.

Later, I am aware of our real-life children, but their ages do not reflect the time differences of my dream relative to the “newer additions”. My youngest son had not aged the two years or so my dream would require to be consistent.

We did have another daughter later on, but the name “Rowena” was not used as planned. Instead, we used the name I was “given” in a clearer-than-usual seemingly external “pulsing” event on November 22nd, 2012. It seemed to be some sort of communication of energy from the actual unborn child (in “wanting” and “saying” the name), but also seemed “rerouted” to some extent - it also seemed to simultaneously be in my own “voice” as if in reaction to something. It was also found to have happened at the same time a younger girl with that name died from a fall in the region (with the usual life-long “clustered” associations). It was on the 22nd of the 11th month. It was a 22-storey fall. Her last name was very similar to the brand of lantern (light-giving) my family used when I was young, and part of the area’s name was “Paradise”. I also saw the name several times after in different synchronous events seeming to validate our naming decision several times over.

I was lieing on my side on my mattress that was on the floor in the living room that I was staying in at the time. I finally felt the wave and I became to excited it and it
stopped for a little bit. Then I went back into the whole swing of things and then I felt the wave again this time I decided that I will finally go with it. This time the vibrations came
and I managed to keep myself calm anyways as soon as that started I decided to roll out of my body so I did that. And once out of my body I got up off the floor it was daylight outside.

So I looked at my hands and I could see that my fingers looked like little stubs and they were sort of glowing. Then I just did a Nose Pinch because that is better for me
So after that I decided to try and change genders I focused really hard but it didn't work. I really need to work on my control anyways straight after that I woke up.
It was quite short because it was a School morning and I was worried that I would oversleep and miss my way to School. If I didn't worry I would be having a longer
experience oh well next time.

Yo people...I'm just posting my dreams to be socially active on this community. Plus I'm using that nifty dream journal app ya'll got here. It's pretty dopesome.

11.03.2010

Friend's Family Condo Dream (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in what appears to be some condo/resort-like room. I'm with my family but for some reason I go stay with my buddy's family - close friend from childhood. His brother - a clean-cut jock - is a different person. He has long hair, has a skateboard, and we caught him smoking cigarettes with his younger brother.

I spend the night at his place and awak in terror for what reason I know not. I run around this condo-room aimlessly and than find my buddy's bed. I decide not to wake him. His parents walk by me in the living room and for some reason they are gigantic - they look down at me and invite me for breakfast. I decline stating I must go home to "clean up" and get ready for school. (Dream Ends)

I also had some intermittent homo-erotic dream with the guy from Reno 911 - we were in a bed and he kept making advances. I continually rejected them and it weirded me out big time.

In the earlier dream I also have a conversation with some younger guy (3-5 years old) who says he's my hometown pastor's kid. This seems to be correct to me eventhough now I realize he did not resemble any of my pastor's kids at all. He seems impressed with my car - which is a paint-chipped jalopy (ok it's alright - nothing special though). I joke and say its really not that great. He says his dad's car is worse than it (a big family van). I semi-agree but joke that head-to-head their van would demolitous my car -- he agrees..convo ends.

02/20/11

"If I was perfect, I would date perfect."

"Wait, this isn't just about the sex. You like his personality. You like that he's conniving."

"Don't even..."

"Oh my God. You're sleeping with me."

Amber. Scare Factor: 1.

28.08.2010

Fisrt Lucid Dream (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I have no log for this dream, because it was so long ago.

The dream starts in a green, grassy park, sourrounded by giant mountains and tall trees all around me. I was with Walker, Hannah, and Izzie and we were all hanging out. I became lucid all of the sudden and it wasn't intense, but it was sudden. The reaosn i became lucid was because someone mentioned flying, and i snapped to attention. When i started looking around, being so detail oriented already, i knew i had to examine something, so i immediately crouched down to the ground and picked a blade of grass. I looked it over and i was smiling with joy as i took in the vivid detail and i was ecstatic with happiness. I was still not lucid enough to realize that my friends were dream characters, soi was talking to them. I told them that this was a dream and that they needed to stay calm. As i kept trying to tell them to stay calm, they ran away, causing me to be ever so slightly frustrated with them, causing me to disregard my own advice. And as soon as that happened, the dream was over.

I was in a suburban home that I have never seen before however I know it is my home. I am in my room which is painted blue (like my bedroom at my parent’s house). There is a red bird, a cardinal, flying around my room. I realize that I have never taken care of a bird before and I need to find it food. I know that it has recently rained and so I decide to go looking for worms. I zip line from the house over top this suburban area. I now somewhat recognize where I am. It is a grassy area just outside of a housing project near Trim road in my hometown.

I land from the zip line into this grassy area. I get down on my knees to search for worms. It is a cloudy day as if it has just rained. The ground is moist but I don’t remember my knees getting wet. I see a few worms on the ground to I start to pick them up to put them in a tiny glass jar that I suddenly have in my hand. I pick two up without a problem and put them in the jar. I’m trying to pick up a third but it keeps slipping out of my fingers. My vision starts to blur and I get frustrated.

I wake up and slap my boyfriend.

When we woke up the next morning we spent some time in bed talking. I apologized to him because I thought I slapped him across the face. He tells me that I only slapped his ribs. He then tells me that he woke me up because I had pried my fingers into his mouth and it seemed like I was trying to grab his tongue.

This is hilarious! I feel bad for him because it’s not the first time I’ve hit him while dreaming but trying to grab his tongue was a first. Also why would I try to find worms instead of going to a pet store and getting bird food?

I vaguely remember something about Matt Smith, but not sure if it was Matt as himself or Matt as The Doctor.
Becomes vivid as I am standing on the beach with about a dozen other people beside me, being given a talk by an official. Though there is no overhead projector around, the presentation is an old fashioned projection presentation, I’m not paying much attention to it anyway but as his talk comes to an end, the presentation is now being done using a flip chart. One over, I’m walking across the beach with my parents and sister, on my right there are rocks with cafes and hotels behind, the rocks curve round towards the sea which has now come in blocking the route to the hotel we would be staying at.

As I was droppng off to sleep on a couple of occasions, I had the following hypnogogic snippets (not saying images as they were moving but just lasted a second or two before I woke up), which were very vivid.

Hypnogogic 01: Woman, blond hair, cut off jeans and light blue tee shirt shinning up a coconut tree, this is viewed from the base of the tree looking up.

Hypnogogic 02: A woman as pinoccio, not as cute as this sounds as it wasn’t a cartoon image but a very vivid real image, the wood was a light coloured wood heavily varnished but the eyes were real, deep brown and frantically looking from side to side.

Hypnogogic 03: A woman with long blod hair and a red mac walking along a path up a mountain. Viewed from slightly below looking up.

Walking along a pavement with a mound running alongside the pavement to my right and a few shops to my left. Looked into one of the shops, a newsagents, and saw on the magazine rack a magazine with a picture of spiderman on the front cover. Further on down the road in a park, I realised that I too had superpowers and as three men ran towards me, I turned round to blow a hurricane force fart at them causing the turf to come away from the ground and cover them like cream in a Swiss roll.

(Copied from another forum I'm on, thus spiced up with some wikipedia-links. Ryan and String are both users on that forum.)

Had two lengthy dreams tonight, the second one was a nightmare involving Damon.


I can't recall exactly what it was, but it was some Gorillaz-related event. Definitely not a concert, more something like a ROTO-book signing but way more important with lots of people attending (I think it involved Damon and Jamie holding speeches or something), but not all of them hardcore fans or anything. Not sure whether it was in Germany or Great Britain (or maybe one and the same).

The first part that I recall was me walking with Damon in some big, tall glass hall on first floor (for Ammies: second floor) level, about to walk down the stairs. The event, whatever it had been, was just over. I think most people were still in the main hall where things had happened (the glass hall was some type of lobby). The whole dream involved me walking along with Damon. It was about me wanting to talk to him and to try to establish a future contact, like an email or postal address (although I never referred to anything specific explicitly) so I could send him Philipp D. Maier Album (product placement) because I hoped (as I did in real life when I told Ryan to give it to Damon, which he didn't, which obviously still causes me grief and slight anger) that Damon would listen to and like it (and then collaborate with me :33).

We left the building. I can't recall when we talked about what, but mainly it was kind of about Damon being visibly fed up with fans trying to talk with him. He made it clear (again, probably not very explicitly) that he just wanted to take a stroll and that he was slightly annoyed by fans always wanting to talk. (I think I recall one outdoors scene where in fact there was some String-like girl fan was all geeking out on him and him visibly being annoyed.) Remember, I had an important mission in mind, so while Damon passively tolerated me walking along with him on his stroll, I only said about one sentence every two minutes or so so that he wouldn't get annoyed. I really wanted to avoid him getting the image that I was some annoying fan who wanted to talk about how awesome Damon and his music were and wanting him to sign things or anything; the reason I wanted to talk to him, after all, had the goal that we miiight just make music together in the future. I still was aware that it would definitely seem stalker-ish to give him my email (because obviously, if he'd replied, even if just to tell me what he thought, which would already have been awesome, I'd have had his email address, which would be perfectly understandable for him not to want to happen.) I remember thinking about different ways to go about this, like telling him to use an email of a friend's of his to let me know what he thought, but then in some way that would have been even more stalker-ish.

The next place in the dream that I recall was when we were in front of some church/swimming pool type building. (??) We entered the building (I think it was POSSIBLY where the event had taken place, but a different side of the building. With kind of like dressing rooms. Like they have at important red-carpet events/in film studios, for stars to dress, but well, looking like swimming pool dressing rooms. I think Bobby Womack might have been in one.) I think the walls or SOMETHING there was orange. I still walked with Damon but we were barely exchanging words.

The next part is when we left that building, too. The whole post-event dream was already in the evening and it was getting dark. At some point (in order to explain to him why a contact was needed) I told Damon that at the previous and only other event of his (possibly a concert) that I had attended (which I can't recall at all and aren't even sure whether I actively thought about much during the dream), I had brought along a physical CD of my album for him but hadn't been able to find him. I'm not sure whether that was just an excuse (not sure for what though) because then, I said that for this event, I hadn't brought along the physical CD because I, well, (embarassed gesturing) had (you-better-admit-it) just forgotten it (nervous, but clearly angry-of-oneself laugh). I feared that this kind of worked-up behaviour would get him annoyed, but he didn't seem to care much and we just kept walking without him reacting much.

At some point (the whole walking up till then was about 10 - 20 minutes I'd think), it was dark by then, we arrived at some kind of car park. (This had always been the destination we were walking to, which had added to my problem of how to ask Damon for a contact, because not only did I know he didn't want me to talk a lot, but I also was under some time pressure.) Within the building we sort of got to a staircase without any lights via where we went down into some pretty dark cellar complex. Not really sure what we did there, but the next part was about us going up the stairs again. At that point, about 600 11-or-12-year-old fans streamed down the (normal-sized) stairway and buried us under them. I think a few of them looked like Ryan, and I think Ryan had led them there. I recall being angry at Ryan (although I couldn't single him out in the crowd) for doing this shit. I was also slightly panicking because we were drowning under those fans. For some reason while I was still struggling, I knew that Damon was almost on top and out of the staircase again. I feared that I'd lose him, but for some reason, like in some computer game, I could go to some menu and see a numbered list of all persons in the staircase, and for some reason I knew that Damon was number 407, and for some reason that made me know exactly where he was, and for some reason suddenly I was out of the staircase again and running; then (the car park was really dark) I saw the silhouette of a person driving in a car which was coming from behind, so I ran up to it and asked "is that you?" and Damon replied yes (not sure how we could talk to each other while he was in the car). - I recall being really confused about him driving a car because he doesn't have a licence, but I'm not sure whether I wondered that during the dream or in that phase after a dream where you've waken up but still think that the dream was a real event. - I think I got in his car and it was there that I talked to him again ("sorry that I'm asking you, but I'm kind of desparate because this might be the last time in my life that I ever see you") (same situation in real life, I doubt I'll ever meet Damon). He replied (not very annoyedly), but I'm not sure what. Memory gets reaaally hazy from this point on but I think we drove to some place that would have taken us about 5 or 10 minutes to walk to, but took us only 2 minutes or so to drive to. There miiight have been a chauffeur by some point.

We were out of the car again and walked next to some wall maybe next to some park or something (and a street on the other side where we had possibly been driving before). I think I had lost track of Damon again. (It still (or again?) wasn't completely dark outside.) I think the wall kind of went up to some school-like building which was also the building where the initial event had taken place and outside where now fans were walking around, many of them looking for Damon. I was coming around the corner of the end of the side of the wall that didn't adjoin to the school. The wall wasn't straight all the way, sort of like this:



(For reference, the straight part of the wall was about 200 metres (for Ammies: yards) long, so pretty long.)

I found Damon on one of the parts of the wall parallel to the motorway that weren't the long straight part. Damon was sort of a part of the wall (but not in a gay Pirates-of-the-Caribbean-Flying-Dutchman way, he was rather a brick in the wall or maybe part of a (moving?) stickman graffito on the wall or possibly both). When I found him/noticed it was him (through my previously-mentioned sort-of radar), he was a normal human again and we kept walking and talking. I think this is possibly when the previously mentioned scene with the String-like girl happened. We then (or before) were also kind of running, him trying to avoid the fans and me still accompanying him. Or something. I think the dream ended soon after. By the end of all of this (the wall scene lasted maybe about 10 minutes), it was completely dark.