This dream occurred on October 4th, 2010. I was taking a nap around 2PM-ish. I was at the beach with my mother. She was lying out on the sand tanning while I was in the water. I was about hip deep in the water; the waves were calm and the water was crystal clear (which is not natural for where I live). It was also very warm, I remember I could feel the sun beating down on my shoulders. As I was walking around in the water I noticed a few stingrays swimming around near my feet. I wasn't afraid of them (as I normally would have been), instead I was more or less intrigued by them. I watched them swim for a while and upon closer inspection I realized they were not stingrays but bull sharks. I was more shocked than terrified. I felt like it was just a surprise rather than a life threatening situation but I still ran for my life. I jumped out of the water screaming "SHARK! SHARK!" which then caused everyone else at the beach to run out of the water as well. The entire population at the beach (my mother and myself included) ended up running into an abandoned supermarket -- but it was still intact and well kept. My mother approached a nearby pay phone so that she could make a phone call; I'm not sure who the call was for. While I was waiting a little distance off for her to be finished I became a bit hungry. I wanted to take one of the candy bars that were at the register but because there wasn't a cashier (seeing as the place was abandoned), I decided not to because I didn't want to steal. I then turned my head to look down an aisle and I saw my dog (who was supposed to be a 100lb chocolate lab), Grant. I called for him to come over, and he did. It didn't strike me as odd in the dream that my dog was a middle aged black male with graying hair and a collar because I seriously believed him to be my dog. I grabbed "Grant" by the collar and tried to take him with me towards where my mother was but he wouldn't budge. I tried to look towards my mother for help but she was leaving, so I started to panic. I called out to her but she couldn't hear me. I ran up to the supermarket window and banged on the glass but she just continued on. I then ran back and grabbed my "dog" and went outside where I saw my mother getting into her car. I went to her and was about to put "Grant" in the car when he was attacked by a zombie. It was terrifying (even more so then the whole bull shark incident) because I knew if he were to be bitten then he would turn into a zombie. I managed to push the zombie away from him (The zombie was very slow and easily overpowered. More like the zombies from Night of the Living Dead rather than 28 Days Later, Thank God!) but the zombie kept getting back up and coming towards us so I kicked it in the leg and it just snapped off and right when I heard the snapping of the leg, I woke up.
I thought this was worth noting. I had a dream about Colm last night. We were, at one point, in the midst of the physical act. It was very vivid; I physically felt every sensation. And that was strange, because in real life, the sexual act is usually physically extremely painful to me. Here there was no pain, only love and an indescribable, beautiful connection. The one I felt with him when I was with him in Mexico. He is one of only two people with whom I have felt that kind of connection. It's nice to be able to see what the big deal about the penetration phase of sexual intercourse is all about, even if it's only a dream. It's also nice to have a break from my nightmares. I suppose my mind needed the respite. I am also at the onset of menopause, and have likely had that in the back of my mind as well.
Can't remember tonight's too well. I know in the beginning a lot had to do with anonymous message boards though and people were trying to give me some advice because apparently I had asked a question or said something. Then some of my online friends came up and were saying stuff about how one of the anons either loves me or hates me because of the advice they were giving. I know a lot happened after but I can't remember any of it..
01/08/2011Highschool student profiling (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Okay, first two fragments: I remember something about running around playing a game as Diddy Kong (we've been playing Donkey Kong lately). I remember another fragment where I was browsing some forums, though I don't remember why or what I was browsing for. Now the dream I do remember. I was back in high school again, in what I think was Performance Arts class. The teacher asked us to come up with settings that had some consistency, but were still flexible. We were practicing adlibs or something. I came up with the idea of a weather forecast. (This idea came from a bit of comedy I saw yesterday, IRL) I went and put up the idea on the board. Then the teacher handed us something else to fill out, which I asked if it was related to our current assignment. She said no, just that "It's June now so you all have to fill one of these out before you leave". (She was being kind of annoying, really) This thing was kind of a questionnaire that the school, or the state or something used to profile students. (I did some of these back in high school, though they were basically getting numbers for drug or alcohol use, anonymously) I remember that the first question was something like, "I absolutely can't stand people who _________". I ask why I should have to fill one out, since I and a few others there are Seniors (implanted memory!) and wouldn't be coming back. She admitted she wasn't sure. About this time the dream ended.
My mother was in a cranky mood and was cleaning our house. She was in the laundry room scrubbing something with a toothbrush. She kept complaining to me on how the house was always dirty. I didn't say anything until she really got on my nerves. I told her I do not want to hear her talk about my family like that. She said That's too bad, I am. I went over to the counter and there was a box of raisenettes. it was yellow and white. I ate some. My brother came in and opened the fridge and said something. I was playing a video game. My class was a warrior. We were doing 3's arena. We kept getting mages as opponents. There were at least 5 mages, both arcane and frost but no fire. They casted mirror image and I was instantly confused. I always attacked the fake mage. We lost 3 times in a row. Waiting to get in to the arena again, I was in this area, dimly lit. It had a purple crystal ceiling and a big tree that shined in the middle. There was water and grass too. A level 80 druid invited me to a group and I accepted. Then he queued us for eye of eternity but I didn't want to do that, so I left. We entered another arena. The matchup was a warlock, mage. The warlock was a giant eye with tentacles. He ran up to me and grabbed me. he dragged me to the other side of the map, I couldn't move.
Wierd dream about pokemon cards?? Me and a voice seemed to be selecting good ones. Also had a dream about a dog I used to have.
Me and a friend are at a rest stop in the middle of nowhere though we seem to be in a desert. There are also two men and a cashier at the rest stop. One of the men has a silver briefcase. My friend is talking to the man with the briefcase. I am sitting in a red chair watching them talk. the briefcase is open and the man is looking at it. I think the man is suspicious. On their left is the cash register and shelf. To their right is a wall and more chairs. My friend and the man walk to the other side and keep talking. But the man leaves the briefcase. I run and slide over to the briefcase hiding behind the wall. I look at the inside of the briefcase and i am astonished at what I see. I show it to the cashier and he almost faints.It is a nuclear device activator. He quickly calls the police and we take the briefcase. As we are waiting for the police to come, we look and see the man beating up my friend and yelling at him asking where the briefcase is. The police come and deactivate the briefcase. Then they walk over to the man and grab his fist right before he punches my friend again. WAKE.
In waking life I'm working on an astrological chart for my new niece so that contributes to this dream. In the dream, my wife and I just returned from a camping trip. Formally dressed relatives and friends begin coming into our house to celebrate the birth of our niece. I had no idea there was supposed to be a party, and I'm dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. People are spilling into my bedroom as I'm trying to find my one suit. It's not in my closet and all I can find are these wild gypsy trousers so I think I'll go ethnic instead of formal. I know these folks realize I'm strange but I think that if I go with the gypsy outfit they'll put me in a whole new category. So I'm in my underwear and several women start flirting with me. The whole situation is getting more and more ridiculous. Then my brother in law passes around a picture of his wife, the new mother, and in it she's working out naked to recover her figure. I finally find a decent shirt and pants to put on and then sit down. My new niece (who in the dream is about 3 years old instead of newborn) comes and sits beside me. I can see who the little girl is going to become and know that this will help me interpret her astrology chart. (I often have dreams of my clients before I meet with them, and these dreams are very helpful in my readings.) Then I have a false awakening and am telling some friends about my ridiculous dream, but as we're laughing, formally dressed people start coming into the room with us. I wake myself up.
08.01.2011Going to see the Pyramids (DEILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Somewhere between dreams this morning, I remembered the task of the year I'd been neglecting. Unfortunately I didn't remember that it was in fact next year, and there were new tasks I hadn't seen yet. Oh well, it was fun anyway! After my previous dream about Cheryl Cole, I woke up into some kind of recording studio. I was lying on a comfy chair, in a circle with about ten other people. One of them was my friend Kay from work. We were all hooked up to one of those dream-sharing devices from Inception. Kay said something, but I ignored him, thinking about my last dream and how awesome it was. I tried to do a DEILD back into it, and a little loading icon appeared at the bottom of my vision. I paused, thinking of something more worthwhile I could be doing, like the task of the year on Dreamviews. I strained to remember what they were, and recalled that Egypt was definitely involved. Then it came to me. There were two related to Egypt- finding out how the pyramids were built, and watching the Exodus. I snapped awake back into the studio and stood up. After telling Kay of my plan, I went outside to the street. It was a huge crossroads, filled with people and the occasional car. I kneeled down in a patch of gravel and sketched out a (very) rough drawing of two pyramids and the Nile using my fingers. I looked at it very intently, visualising it in front of me. I lost touch with the crossroads, but felt Kay coming up behind me. "Good luck," he said calmly. By now I had a cartoon-ish picture of Egypt in my mind, and was trying to insert myself. I realised it would be hard to insert myself at the P.O.V. I had drawn, because I usually needed some sort of tactile sensation to pull myself into a scenario. The P.O.V. was in the sky. My vision zoomed down to the ground, on a sand dune. There was a tall wire fence along the top of it, separating me from Egypt. I wondered what it could be doing there, but used it anyway. I moved towards the fence and grasped it tightly. I got my whole body involved in climbing up and over the fence, and my surroundings got a lot clearer. When I was on the ground on the other side, I jumped up and down for a few seconds to make sure there was no chance I was going to lose touch with the dream from poor integration. I found myself in a quarry. It was a huge hole in the ground, but nothing was happening. It was eerily quiet. I took off and flew downhill in the direction I assumed the pyramids were. I ended up following a wooden train track, which I thought must be for the transport of big blocks of stone for building work. After clearing one last tall sand dune, I saw an Egyptian city. There was one small pyramid, with a much larger one in the early stages of construction. I landed on a ridge overlooking the scene. Around me were a number of large stone blocks, each about the size of a car. It looked like they had been abandoned here. I went over for a closer look and laid my hands on one. It immediately turned a bright bronze-like colour, and looked a lot like metal. Many of the nearby blocks did the same. I flew off the edge of the ridge, and down into the city. I landed at the edge of the unfinished pyramid building site. Nothing seemed to be going on, again. I was curious for an explanation. There were people staring down at me from balconies and rooftops. I shouted, "Pharaoh!" A man on the roof of a large building raised his arm. I jumped and flew over to him. He was very old, and wearing a ceremonial headress/crown thing. He didn't seem to want to communicate with me at all anymore. Another man on a different rooftop gestured for me to come over. I ran and hopped to his building. I had a long conversation with this man, who turned out to be the Pharaoh's son. He explained that production had halted on the pyramids, and that his father wouldn't allow him to go to university until it had resumed. I remember he said, "What does he know anyway, he's basically mummified already!" I laughed. But down to business. "How are the pyramids made?" I asked. "Come and see," said the prince, and showed me to the edge of the rooftop. There were lights coming down from the sky through the clouds. Spotlights, which seemed to be scanning the blocks in the area. On finally stopped to scan a block I had turned into bronze earlier. The block then transformed into a bronze golem, which immediately got to work stacking blocks on the base of the unfinished pyramid. A voice boomed down from the sky, "He has repaired our equipment. Construction can recommence." The people on rooftops and balconies all around me cheered. The prince turned to me and asked if I could fix a few more blocks before I left. I agreed, and jumped down to the building site. I placed my hands on a huge pile of blocks. They all turned bronze and transformed into golems. After a few seconds, the whole area was buzzing. The golems were lifting, pushing and hammering the blocks of the new pyramid into place. I stood back, satisfied. I thought then of waking up into the previous dream level and going back into the gameshow for another round with Cheryl Cole, but I wanted to wake up and remember this dream accurately. I turned and waved. The Pharaoh and prince waved back. I closed my eyes and roughly three seconds later, I woke up.
I was looking at a giant castle. It was quite grand. It all seemed to be in some sort of grey-blackish cave. It stood very tall and big among the rocks. It had one significant tower at the top that reached over the rest of it. The castle itself was a bunch of light greys and blacks and purples. It seemed like the thing was made of amethysts. Then there was something to do with horses. I remember hugging one, and searching for one by a subway station or something. And there was something about AI.
Good morning, everybody. My dream recall has been slim over the past week. But I remember three dreams from last night. Dream #1 I walked up through some tangle of vegetation, out onto a clearing that looked like an enormous, slightly sloped, corrugated tin roof. The roof was surrounded with vegetation like tree limbs and shaggy vines, which seemed to be hanging down from the brick walls of buildings. It was a sunny, cold day. One of my old friends, M, stood on the roof. His face was grizzled. He was balding a little, and his hair was unkempt. He wore a brown and white flannel shirt. I had been sent by a group of people (pretty girls?) below to offer something to M, something to keep him warm or entertained while he was hanging out on the roof. M had sent me away once, refusing whatever I had offered. But the pretty girls now sent me back, offering something else they thought M would want more. M got annoyed and asked me, "Can't you see that all I really want is to be left alone for a little while?" I realized now that M's being up here in this weird space was part of some kind of training or re-charging practice. He needed his solitude for the whole thing to work. M began to tell me some kind of wierd story about popping chesnuts. I looked down at the roof and saw that chesnuts lay all about. Something about roasting and popping chesnuts fit perfectly with whatever M was trying to do up on the roof. At another point, M was standing by a tree limb. Something like the seed case for a milkweed plant hung from the limb. The seed case quickly expanded like a balloon (or a condom!) until it was 1.5 meters long, transparent, and yellowy white. I knew the tree was about to release seed or even a whole organism, either a tree or possibly even some kind of animal. Dream #2 I was with some people (my mother and some other family members?) in some plaza-like area that seemed to be at the top of a hill. The plaza area was before some kind of public area like an amusement park. There was a winding complex of roads, circles, and walkways, bordered by nice, red- and tan-stone buildings. It was a sunny day. I looked into the distance, down a straight stretch of road, to another complex of nice looking buildings. We had come to pick up something from the buildings in the distance. But I'd made the mistake of getting us to this nearer set of buildings. I wasn't sure how to get to that complex of buildings. I figured the best way to get there was by walking (even though I'm pretty sure we'd driven to get here and could easily have taken a car). One of the group, possibly my mother, started complaining about how far away the complex of buildings was (it was three or four hundred meters away). She complained that I'd come here not knowing how to get what I'd wanted and that now I didn't even know how to get to the place where I could get what I wanted. I felt like arguing with her, telling her that I did know how to get what I wanted, and that I'd just aimed a little wrong. But I didn't feel like getting myself distracted or my mom upset by argument. I figured I would just stay confident in what I wanted and keep going forward. I led us through some kind of long pool that went before the front of a long series of short, red-stone buildings that looked kind of like college dormitories. The buildings were to our left. To our right was a narrow, stone path, to the right of which was another long series of buildings. The pool was about waist-deep. The walls were white, and the water was clean, like chlorinated water in a swimming pool. I called back to the people with me, "Don't you see we're going right where we need to go? We're taking a straight shot there, and we even get to cool off in this pool!" Before us now was a staircase leading out of the water. Two little girls wearing purple swimsuits (one girl wearing a one-piece and the other wearing a bikini with a fluttery waistline) walked up out of the water. We followed the girls up the staircase. We were now in an old-looking building that seemed like a museum or an old library. The lights were all off, but plenty of greenish-yellow light came in through windows. The floors were some kind of waxed concrete or dull-colored stone. There were stone columns everywhere, and some heavy, wood counters just out of the corner of my field of vision. The group of people I was with was now two or three young adults, probably all women. The building was a hotel, and one of the women was talking to an older woman, asking about the pricing for the hotel. The older woman wore a long, blue skirt and a white blouse, and her black hair was done up in a 1950s style. She also may have been wearing some kind of gold necklace with a cameo pendant. The hotel rate was something like $499 (or even $700) a night. The older woman explained that that was the way things were when you were in the city in Hawaii. I told the girls I didn't think there was any way we could afford a hotel at that rate. We couldn't stay here. The older woman then pointed out a black and white poster on a column, advertising a special kind of "two- or three-room hotel" for only $299 a night. The older woman explained that once you got out of the city, things got a lot cheaper. I couldn't help thinking that being that far out of the city would make the hotel cheap and risky. But the woman continued talking about the hotel. She said that each hotel was more like a house. It had two to three bedrooms, was completely separated from other dwelings, and even had a yard. The only reason it was so cheap was because nobody wanted to stay outside of the city, even though the trip back into the city wasn't bad at all. "20 to 30 miles at the most," the older woman said. The situation kept sounding better and better to me. But I was still a little uncertain. I kept wondering if we'd have some kind of surprise roommate once we got there -- some guy who would be a complete creep. I also kept seeing all kinds of vegetation covering the house, and I was wondering whether the vegetation was corroding the house and making it unliveable. Dream #3 I went to some kind of convention, probably with other people, possibly family members, including my mother. The convention was in a wide building. I walked into the lobby first. The lobby was vast. It had white tile floors and was bright with harsh, green-white fluorescent light. There were tallish, round tables everywhere. People were gathered lazily around the talbes, talking to each other, doing stuff related to registering for the conference, and waiting for the conference to begin. A couple of tables may have been staffed by workers, some of whom may have had boxes full of t-shirts on their tables. In one wall of the lobby was set a little concession booth. I may have had to go back out to the parking lot to get something I'd forgotten. I was kind of afraid to go back out and come back in. The registration people didn't seem to like me, and they made me feel really uneasy. I was now in an auditorium. The presentation I had attended in the auditorium was now finished. Everybody was filing out of the room. I stood at the front of the auditorium, possibly near the woman who had been presenting. The woman was now putting some materials away and getting ready to leave the room. Near me was a cardboard box, probably with clothes in it. I realized I was wearing a white, silk-and-lace teddy and white pantyhose. I wondered how I could have missed for so long the fact that I was wearing this outfit. Nobody said anything about me. Nobody even seemed to notice me. But I felt like I needed to change out of these clothes and into my regular male clothes as soon as possible. I walked through a set of hallways, looking for a bathroom I could go into to change. As I walked past groups of people, I got more and more afraid of being noticed and ridiculed. But nobody seemed to notice me. At some point I found a restroom. When I went in to change, I seemed to have difficulty figuring out how I could take off this lingerie while putting on my regular male clothes at the same time. It seemed inconvenient and embarrassing. At some point I may have thought I would just put my shirt and jeans on over the lingerie and leave it at that until I left the convention.
08.01.2011Colorful bikinis (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID First dream: I am heading towards my calculus class with some resistance because of guilt. It is the second floor of F block at high school. I enter the class and someone yells from behind me at the teacher, "speak louder please!" Because of fear and guilt I go to sit where in the study portion of the classroom where no teaching is going on. I look back at the teacher who looks Asian and am relieved that he is not the monotonous professor from the math lab. The class is divided into four portions and in only one portion is there class. The teacher sits right in the middle of the students and seems to really engage them. I few minutes later, the teacher drops a syllabus on my desk and it has a yellow and a white page. I have been feeling guilty because I missed a lot of class and I think to myself that I should be able to catch up if I work hard enough. Second dream: I am rushing somewhere. In the moving scenery, on the left I see lockers like in D block and on the right I see girls in underwear sitting on benches. The floor is tiled with cool gray tiles. The girls are quite far away from me. I go through a narrow bit in the path and then see a rack of colorful bikinis. I realize, this must be a chaning room since there are half-naked girls here as well. I call out, "sorry, wrong way!" then head back as fast as I came in. The changing room is open-spaced since I don't go through an exit as I walk out. It is a long narrow stretch of a big mall which I now find myself in. I now pretend to be an Italian chef and start flipping a piece of blue cloth with my right hand. I have a big think moustache. I catch the flying cloth with my left hand behind my back. Black girls giggle as I do this and walk past me. I now pose with some stranger looking proud with arms outstretched. I walk into a big shop (appears to be a furniture shop) that is owned by my sisters. I see Angela and Odelia and greet them with the Thai 'wai.' I also see a thai university student.
08.01.2011Banging Cheryl Cole (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I had a very hazy false awakening where I really couldn't tell whether I was awake or not. I had difficulty moving and couldn't see my hand when I checked it, so assumed I must still be asleep. Rather than force myself out of this apparent inertia, I went for a WILD, inside the dream- with the intention of finding myself somewhere else. I woke up sitting on a chair in what appeared to be a large, indoor arena for a gameshow. The lighting was low, but there were spotlights zooming about everywhere. The arena itself was covered in ramps and chairs. On each chair was a naked woman reclining. I was highly confused, but quite excited. The voice of Davina McCall (who hosts most UK gameshows) boomed out, explaining that under one of the girls was a playing card, which I had to find without being distracted by them. It was their job to try and seduce me. A klaxon sounded and I ran into the arena. The first girl I came across was an ex, who wasn't too hard to resist, depite the fact that she was naked and covered in massage oil. The card wasn't anywhere around her. I made my way down a ramp and was confronted by a naked Cheryl Cole. "Fuck the card," I said, and we had sex on the ramp. It went on for a while, so long I thought I might be wasting lucid time, but it was worth it. When a buzzer sounded indicating that I had ten seconds left, I reached underneath her and pulled out a playing card. I threw it up in the air behind me and got back to business.
Last night, I knew I was going to have a lucid dream, because I kept telling myself I would. I have heard of nightmares turning into lucid dreams, but not the opposite. All I remember is the part when I became lucid to the part where I woke up. I have no idea what the dream before that was. "Wait, I'm dreaming!" I said even though I forgot how I figured this out. I suppose my dream mind is becoming more aware, because this happened on purpose, unlike my other lucid dreams. As soon as I knew I was dreaming, I flew. EVERYTIME I find out I am, I just fly, I don't know why! So, I said to myself that I can do anything I wanted. But, I better hurry before time runs out. (Side note, everytime I fly I turn into this other hot chick with blonde hair?) It's weird. So, I flew and things started to fade and fade. It was only vivid for about one nano second. Then, I fell. I kept falling and falling and falling into the darkeness of my old once reaccuring dream nightmare thing. The next thing I know, I can see my eyelids. I can't move or speak, or do anything. I just scream/cry because everytime I do, my mom wakes me up, as she did. The only good thing about this is that it is my first lucid dream I had not because of chance, but because of me Also, I had two other dreams but I don't feel like rewriting them here they take too long
1/8/11 1- No Option But Pain I am a little bird who got on the wrong side of some vultures. They are waiting for me on the power line in front of the house; black-winged harbingers of Death. I die multiple times, but am forced to relive the experience until I get it right. Finally I come up with a plan. I lead the vultures to the far end of the house, then escape out the other side without their knowledge. I fly as fast as my little wings can carry me, into the house next door. Now I am no longer a bird, but the spirit of a young girl. I float around until I find a strange looking tree house. I hear the vultures approaching, so I quickly enter the tree house, becoming myself again. Within the tree house is a long, dark tunnel that smells of earth. On the right is a wire mesh that is keeping a bunch of deer-like creatures caged in a small room. They are all grazing and muttering things like, "Earl is returning!" There are more rooms like this, with many different types of animals. I finally exit the tunnel and enter the main room, where a man and a woman are standing. The man introduces himself as Earl. He tells me he is just about to go search for his deer, who have escaped, but I tell him they are in their cage. "They must have known you were coming back," I say wryly. I learn that this is a special haven of some sort, but before I can get the full explanation, we suddenly hear a loud roaring sound. Without warning, an airplane crashes through the ceiling and nearly slices me in half. I dodge as shrapnel comes flying from all directions. Another plane crashes, causing even more damage, and is quickly followed by another. This time, I am unable to dodge as the plane hits me full on and pins me to the ground. When I awaken, my him feels as though it's broken. Someone comes up beside me and informs me that it is only dislocated. They kick it back into place and I pass out from the pain. I wake up in a hospital a while later. Earl was damaged beyond repair, so the doctors brought him back withing the body of a cabbage patch doll. ((This is a common procedure in the future world that I am in, apparently.)) I notice two other cabbage patch dolls watching me, and I suspect them of being vultures.
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