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Hi people i had this dream well i dont no if it was even a dream to be honest. I heard this vibrational noise and then it stopped and i saw this purple colour floating in my third eye, it then dissapeard then this purple eye formed and it opened and closed then it opend wide and all of this colour seaped out of it then everything went black and this writing appeard in front of me it looked like a cinema screen but these words where like a plan of something i also saw the diagram of this ship,UFO, I then lost the vision and i was in another place world :O and there it was the craft UFO hovering around in an open area of a forest i could see the heat like a mirage coming from under it and the sound like a loud hovering sound alot like a harrier jumpjet i guess when it hovering. I then lost that vision and i was in the Future there was modenized building and some weird looking airoplanes from glimpses and hightened railway systems and thats all i got from this vision i would of loved to of been able to take in the information from this diagram of this hovering craft i saw :O.

Pls reply to this if you have any thoughts on this or any similarities i would love to hear your say Piece out!

Action Figure Fragment
Something about dolls and action figures used to annoy people. Like people would pass by on the street and I would hold out a doll and pretend to speak in its voice. For some reason, I think this is popular on the Internet.

"Hello, Dream!"
Method DILD (?)
Lucidity B
Vividness B
Control C
Not sure about the beginning. I recall being in a dark room with my eyes closed, trying to sleep. I hear an Indian man's voice. He is talking on the phone to his son. The son is asking for something. The father is saying something like "If you paint the lawn, then I'll get you what you want" and "Ask your mother what she thinks." I think: Paint the lawn? Do they paint their lawns in India?

But so I'm laying with my eyes closed and I feel like I'm falling asleep. I am trying to incubate a certain dream. But in my vision I see a different scene start to materialize, so I switch to concentrating on that scene. At this point, I might have really been awake, like a DEILD. Or I might have been dreaming of WILDing, but really a DILD. Either way, I transition into a new dream scene like a WILD.

I snap into the scene and I am lucid. I am in the living room of the Daisetta house, looking out the sliding glass door to the backyard. My vision is a bit blurry. I reach next to me. There is an ironing board randomly in the middle of the room. There are my glasses. I put them on and my vision turns sharp and more vivid. The colors outside also change slightly from bright blue daylight to an almost surreal yellow-orangeish sky. I step outside to the backyard.

I look around. The scene seems familiar, but it's actually nothing like the real backyard of the Daisetta house. The backyard is small and surround by a fence. There are tropical plants everywhere. It's beautiful. There are no people. Not sure what to do, I speak loudly: "Hello, dream!" There's a slight echo. Nothing happens, but it feels good to yell and hear my voice so clearly. Then I think of something from Waggoner's book: "All thought-forms must disappear!" Nothing happens. Hmm, maybe these aren't thought-forms?

I look around again. One corner of the backyard has changed. Now it's open. I hop over a small planter where there is a gap between two bushes. Now I seem to be in the open parking area of an apartment complex. This reminds me of SAV, where I lived in my childhood years. I wake up.

Transformer Fragment
I'm some kind of robot. My ex-girlfriend Jen is also a robot. We are on some special mission together where I have to protect her.

Sleep Duration: ~8h
Vividness: 9/10 (Possibly my most vivid dream I can recall)
Recall: 9/10
I find myself sitting on grassland, surrounded by acatia trees, parched grass and a beating sun. I stand up and walk, quickly finding myself at a large wooden table in the middle of the savannah. There appears to be a feast prepared, and at the head of the table sits a large man who I presume to be in control of the others. They are welcoming and gesture for me to sit and enjoy the meal. A gourd of a strange liquid is passed around the table, and I drink from it, quickly becoming happy and complacent, my vision blurred. A dark skinned young woman who appears to be the chief's daughter comes up to me and kisses me on the cheek. The dream fades to black.

Hours of sleep: 8h
Recall:1/5
Vividness: 3/5

I'm sitting in my living room. My parents are sitting next to me. Both sit on two sofas. I'm in the middle and I'm sitting on a couch. I staring in front of me, looking at the place, where the christmas tree normally stays. But it's gone. I don't realize it, but this emptiness kind of depresses me. I look away and realize, that next to me Nathalie sits. She doesn't say anything. She's bored and stares at the TV, which is switch off. I know something is wrong: everything seems to be frozen, Nathalie doesn't know where I live and my parents don't know about her. I want to get involved in some kind of conversation with her, but I can't. i don't know why, but I can't

Really depressing dream and this just before Christmas

I had this dream Dec 20 2010. I had trouble sleeping- didn't feel like I got enough rest

M and I are at an Indian restaurant that just opened. They aren't serving food, just drinks. I order a mango tea. It looks good. I wait and wait. Other people get their drinks and I'm still waiting. I go around back and ask where my order is. They tell me I never ordered. I show them my receipt. They run my card again. I don't get my tea.

I am driving M's car for some reason. I am driving and the road is going by really quickly. I feel like I'm going to run into something. I try to turn, but the rear fender scrapes a wall. I get out of the car to look at the damage. M is really mad and starts to yell at me. We pull into a parking garage and he is inspecting his car. He is mad and I slink into the darkness. While there, I see homeless people in the stairwell. I get nervous and try to run back to M, but I am suddenly in a different part of the garage and he isn't there. I start running through the stairwell, trying to get away, and there are homeless people all throughout the building. There is a younger girl and boy that are cramped in a particularly tiny portion of the stairs. I run by them, but then I stop because the boy looks sick. They are maybe 16-17 years old. The boy is pale and he looks sick. They both have brown hair and eyes. I ask the girl whats wrong. She glares at me and won't answer. I tell her that this boy needs help- he is sick. I then begin to fear that I've contaminated myself. I get a bright, green syringe and I tell the boy to take the medicine. I am self-aware that in the dream, I am a doctor and I think to myself I am resembling Dr. Scarpetta (a fictional book character. The boy starts to choke on something and spits out crumbly, white looking material. I feel sick to my stomach. I tell him to take the medicine I gave him.

I was at the LA. Seems like my class was there or something, but I had to get home. I was biking around the place a bit, doing something with some other people. I had to get home, and I planned to bike to the subway. But then I thought that maybe I should just bike all the way home; it wasn't that far. I started biking around the grass a bit and found that it felt so easy. But it seemed kind of strange too, since I knew that I wasn't that strong of a biker. But I shrugged it off and thought nothing of it.

I later ended up at school. BE was there, don't remember much else.

Then I was at some sort of office that seemed to be a workplace. I was in the elevator with some people, waiting to get to the fifth floor. The elevator seemed to get stuck in between some of the floors, since it was taking forever and the number at the top was just hovering at one number. I told some middle-aged lady and she didn't think much of it; she just held down a button. Then I felt the elevator drop and thud, bringing us back to the first floor.

In which I have two phone mishaps...

I'm recording phone numbers from my caller ID to my little address book because I'm always losing phone numbers and having to call around to get ahold of people. The first number on my caller ID is K's number, but to see it, I have to press a button. When I press the button, it calls K's phone. I hang up instantly because it is the middle of the night and I don't want to disturb her. But it doesn't hang up, and when I turn on the phone again, the line is still connected. I assume it is her voice mail, so I just hang up again. Then when I pick it up again, the line is still connected and I can hear K talking. I say hello and she responds by saying, "It's the middle of the night, why are you calling me and hanging up?" I explain what I'm trying to do and apologize. She is a little irritated, but we disconnected.

Then my phone rings. I pick it up, expecting it to be K again, but it is a man's voice.
"What are you wearing?" he asks.
"Shorts and a tank top," I answer.
"Wha- really?" he asks, surprised.
"Yeah. Who is this?"
"Wait a minute. It's December right?" he asks.
"Yes. But it's in the 80s today," I answer.
"Damn. I need to stop prank calling you and move down there. It's cold here."

I'm playing Witch #1 and MacBeth (cross-gender casting) in a big amphitheater. Places is called and I'm not even in costume. I miss my entrance and the stage manager takes over my role, reading from the script. Everyone gives me the freeze-out and I'm mad at myself and everybody else. Next night, closing night, I've had so many fights with everybody that I lose my temper and refuse to perform. They pick someone who's younger, better trained, and brilliant. Serves me right.

After the play ends, I send a text message to the screen where the final credits are rolling. I forget what it was, but it makes the audience laugh. I get onstage and do a brilliant monologue, feeing my way through the blocking and using all the aisles and balconies, fired up, beautifully. I get applause and I know I've earned it. I've felt the magic. Too late, though.

I'm leaving the theatre. Someone congratulates me and says, "Great job!" I reply, "Yeah - eventually," and smile faintly. She reassures me that I can act.

I go home, exhausted, and see a rerun of Friends on TV. I remember why I love that show. Because I want to make people laugh. The great Shakespearean dramatic roles speak to my depths and purge me. But if I were Jennifer Aniston, I could be a part of a cohesive, symmetrical and perfectly bonded cast - a family. And a pretty one. Sometimes that's just what I want. It feels restful.

Road Rash
Recall: 6/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

Some friends and I are driving down a dark road in my father's Lincoln, one of my friends at the wheel. We round a corner and almost lose control, so I tell my friend to slow down so he doesn't crash my father's car. He slows down, but we still almost wipe out during the entire turn.

Going slower now, a car catches up behind us. The driver throws something, and a bottle smashes on the pavement beside us, igniting into a wall of flame. The guy is throwing maltov cocktails at us! The guy continues to bombard us with firebombs while we toss the only thing we have to throw at his car, which is water bottles.

We pull over and our pursuer stops too. I rush to the trunk to find us weapons, a tire iron, a hammer from my toolbox, a crow bar. Our attacker approaches with a chainsaw! But luckily there is a chainsaw in the trunk for me as well. Neither of our chainsaws actually work, but the jagged teeth on the chain would still rip flesh if you were hit by one.

We face off, sword fighting with chainsaws. Mine is bigger, his is a small stumpy thing, but he wields it like a madman. Eventually we lock chainsaws, I force his down, and my buddy whacks the guy with a hammer. We beat his crazy ass into submission.

Disney Land
Recall: 6/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

After several hours of driving, we arrive at a job. Outside the house I can see Disney land. Or at least a dream version of the castle from the Disney logo on top of a flattened mountain. Beside it is a bunch of pillars on another flattened mountain. One of they guys talks about hearing the crowd roar during some concert while he was working there.

We go in and start sanding the floor. Some boards are loose and one guy complains about nailing them. The more I look, the more loose boards there are. Now there are so many loose boards the floor is unsandable. The guy running the big drum actually sands right through the floor and falls into the basement, scaring the shit out of the home owner. She almost cries when she sees the mess.

Since we can't work anymore, we pack up to leave, and I say I want to go to Disney land since we're here. But I look, and all the lights are being turned off in the large castle on the mountain. They are closing down for the night.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I felt nauseous this morning so they sent me home from work. It's a bit better now, but I still don't feel good. I went back to sleep when I got home, and slept for a long time. I didn't wake up a single time during the sleep. The last dream I had wasn't pleasant at all. Darn nightmares.

00.30: Bedtime

05.10: Wake up

4 hours WBTB

9.30: Bedtime

14.30: Boat
I'm going down a road. In a car perhaps, I'm not sure. It's a small road in the middle of the woods, next to a big lake. The cars are stuck as other cars are trying to get past the other way. The road is way too small. Me, my dad and my brother find a boat, and is soon racing through the water. I can see huge areas covered in ice, and my dad tells me I have to be careful not to go up on one of them. We go over one, and I look back to see if any damage has been done to the thing. It's all good. I open a hatch and find a bag of very light seeds. Those with transparant wings on. I spread some in the air.

14.30: Fragment
*I'm at my parents place. I enter the kitchen and ask my sister if we've got any sandwiches I can have. "Yeah sure they're over there" she tells me. I start talking to her. She tells me she's still doing drugs, but she promises she'll quit soon.

14.30: Nightmare
I'm standing outside of a house. It's been made into a huge home for a pig and its piggies. The mother pig is completely crazy. Running in and out, screaming. "It's very protective of its kids" a guy tells me. The pig has blod-shot eyes, and is red in the mouth. I enter the house, and can see atleast twenty small piglets in the hay. I walk up the stairs. Instead of a pig, it's a dog. The dog is standing on the stairs, guarding a couple of cans of mackerell. I slowly walk up them, not taking my eyes off the dog. "No! Bad dog, stay!" I say and point my finger at it. It growls but backs off as it can tell I'm the dominant one. It looks to its owner to the left for help, but gets none.

Dream skips. It's dark out, and I'm walking up to a small house. I can feel something's very wrong with the house, but I still enter. Inside I hear a narrator voice. "All the animals have gone crazy" I have no idea from what, but suddenly there are white chickens everywhere. They start attacking me, and it hurts! Their claws scratch me all over. I grab them one and one, and break their necks with my hands. I notice I've got my clumsy working gloves on, so I take them off. I continue to kill the evil, possessed birds.



Dream skips. I'm now fighting a vampire lord of some kind. He's super strong and everything. I somehow manage to get him down on the floor, just by a glass door. I open the door and squeeze it shut over his waist. He screams in pain. I slam the door over and over, withour any real damage done. I go totally crazy and slams the door for a full minute until his body splits in two. His legs are inside, with some intestines, and his body is outside. "I'll get you for this! I'll suck out your marrow" he yells at me as he crawls away and disappears.

I grab the legs and head for the caravan of cars we all got. We are perhaps five people. I throw the legs on a truck, and try to find his other leg which I took off before. It's gone. "Fuck! Where the hell did it go?" I ask. Suddenly a girl screams. I can see shadowy figures with shining eyes coming out of the woods. They start attacking people, and I run up to one of them. It's a girl, dressed in some kind of black and blue latex. She tries to grab something around my chest. I can tell she's not out to really harm me. I guess she wanted the blueberry pendant I had around my neck. She gets shot by one of my companions. I get up and run to the car to check on the legs. They're gone.


14.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 5 hours, then 5 more

Supplements before bed: None

That's it. Scary dreams. They were a bit fuzzy when I woke up, as I didn't have much energy to recall. I'm sure they were longer and more intricate than what I just described. Anyways.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I just woke from a movie-like dream where I was sort-of-seeing and sort-of-being the main character. He was a less goofy-looking version of Ben Stiller, with dark hair down to his shoulders, but in a dramatic role. We were captive on a modern pirate ship, though all the pirates were basically grizzled white dudes. It was a giant, beat-up tanker of a ship, with its own machine shop and some pretty big smaller craft on board. One of the cooler visuals were these big fiberglass skiffs being hauled around on cranes and lifts while machinists worked on them. I/we made ourself useful so as not to get murdered and because being a pirate didn't sound so bad

There were no pirate battles or anything--mostly just cleaning up and doing maintenance around the ship. I/we was coming off a shift with the engineer/machinist captives, and one of them did this calculation counting rocks to figure out how much fuel we had, and we were running out.

At this point I became a separate, really vague character out on deck with the main character. We watched the exhaust ports sputter out, and he was spraying some weird vapor around from a big tank on his back. I discovered the pirates' sunglass graveyard--a weird corner near a rusted-shut door where broken sunglasses were tossed all over the place. The main character was talking about possibly venting our sewage as propulsion to reach a port, which sounded gross.

Another scene-shift, and the two of us are swimming into shore clinging to a piece of driftwood. Are we escaping? Looking for fuel? Who knows. Handsome Ben Stiller has shaved his head. We get ashore and pull some con at a resort hotel, where he's supposed to be a drunk rich guy who injured himself swimming in the ocean, and I found and rescued him. Somehow this plan gets us into the hotel, and end up meeting and hanging out with other vacationers. The next really cool visual, we are lounging around outside with other guests looking up at the stars in the sky, and for some reason the lights of all the continents are visible there in the sky, almost like a concave version of those shots of earth's nightside from space. I don't know if I was a pirate captive in a hollow earth or what.

Pretty much the last thing that happened was more bizarre and comical. A group of swimmers came out the hotel doors crab-walking on all fours, but turned over with their backs arched up. Apparently this was the way serious swimmers made their way to the water. My fellow ex-captive for some reason decides he's a gay rapist and assaults one of the swimmers. He manages to pants the guy, who then crab-walks away on just his hands with his butt sticking up in the air, which was equal parts funny and just weird, kind of like Borat.

That's about when I woke up.

Disappointed

I was sitting on the ground at a track and field meet and this 18 yr oldish white guy with blond short hair (almost buzz) and green uniform comes staggering towards me. He was crying horribly, practically drowning in his tears. He comes and collapses next to me, still sobbing. His parents are close in tow telling him that everything will be alright and that they are still proud of him. The guy sobs and says that he still lost the race and that his parents were using a sarcastic tone that was not nice. They were being kinda sarcastic, but I didn't see the next part coming. He got up slowly and walked out of my vision and I heard glass breaking. His parents ran toward him, yelling in shocked horror. I learned later that he had thrown himself through a window. The broken glass had killed him.

Piano Chords

I was at my friend, peter's house, and then justin walked in holding taylor's hand. This was an unusual combination. Justin sat down and told me about how he was single and he only had time for "mixing and matching" as he called it. Basically hooking up with everyone. Taylor kneeled down on the chair and they started making out. I chose to sit back towards taylor in the same chair (which was pretty deep) and starting kissing her calves. This was very strange because I'm not at all into the devil's threesome. I see someone walking into the room out of the corner of my eye and stop and sit there and pretend to mess around on a piano in front of me. It was the band director. He asked me what I was doing and why I didn't stop any of this and then he told them that they were drinking away their prom. By drinking away he meant drink saliva...He leaves and I start messing with these strange pianos that were in the room. There were three of them and they were very small. The buttons were weird too because they were not keys but they were actual buttons. I kept trying to play chords C7-D/C but it wouldn't work. When others tried it it would work but not when I did it. I should've become lucid from that AT LEAST.

I can only remember one part of the dream, nearer the end. I didn't record the dream in time so I have forgotten it.

I had walked home after doing something to do with water, I think and went into my house. Then I opened the door and across the road was a van. I 'zoomed' into the van and a man was in the van. He was middle-aged and had brown hair with a moustache. He smiled and I felt scared so shut the door and crouched down. I was only wearing a black T-shirt. I really didn't want the man to see me and then I woke up.

December 18, 2010

So, this dream is sort of hard to re-tell, because it is soooo long. I fell asleep around 8pm and woke up at 10:22pm, so there's a lot to remember.

Starts out non-lucid. I'm working part-time at this basement salon with these two girls, around my age. But, as they were dying my hair, it was taking so long, I ended up living there part time, too. *scratches head* That's about that, for now. Possibly something about my bunny in there.

I remember standing in a parking lot, at night. I was waiting for something. I thought about doing a reality check. I was going to ignore it, but we all know that's a cardinal sin, so when I chose to check, I didn't need to do anything physical. I had no idea why I was here, where I was, etc. I stared at my arms, and my body. This dream was so strong and stable, it totally had me fooled. It was even cold on my skin because my surroundings were snowy. But there was no doubt in my mind. Nothing made logical sense. On to calling Danny. I pictured him, called him, I tried to change the scene around me by pretending that when I turned around, I'd be inside a recording studio. Nothing, nothing, nothing. But I got this twinge of being told not to worry.

Feeling bummed, I decided to go wandering. At first, I was going to fly up to this mountain. But I felt that after a few seconds, my flight was controlling me, so I decided to walk. I got flumped unceremoniously down on the ground and I started walking towards this cliff. It was light outside now. I started walking up some rocks along the edge of the cliff, towards a tree. The grass was a lush green, the sun shone down with golden rays. Over the cliffs was a mountain valley. Everything was amazing and spectacular. I drank it in, the scenery was too cool.

I approached the side of a building, so I went in. I found myself in some very busy washrooms. Did some walking through there, and saw the out-in-the-open toilet that are so prevalent in my dreams. I deviously thought that I should use it, and shocking all my DC's, but decided against it. I was trying to find the door out, but these washrooms were a maze. I even pushed on part of a wall that wasn't even a door (it turned into one for me). I found myself inside a shower cubicle-sized room. Ughhh. I pushed on the wall and felt water. It startled me, and I feared what else I might find. I didn't really want this to turn into a nightmare, lucid though it might be. So I left, and ended up finding the door to a hallway easily. Late recall: I can't quite remember at which point this happened... it was before I saw the stall-less toilet, I believe. I remember looking into a mirror (I always see my reflection in my dreams) and asking myself why I was having difficulties with summoning Danny. I asked myself this about 3 times. But I noticed my lips in my reflection weren't quite moving with my voice. Was my dream-self in the reflection going to answer me? I stared. Nothing happened, but I swear, this HAS to be my new goal. Chat with my dream self.

I was in some kind of school. Danny hated schools, so I really didn't think I'd find him here. So I decided to go back to the cliff. I walked outside, and turned left around the corner of the building. Past the parking lot again, which was now full of cars and people milling. I was impressed with my brain's attention to detail... to make this seem as real life and normal as possible. On the other side of the lot was a graveyard. I decided to explore the graveyard. Maybe if I can't find Danny, I might be able to find Darren.

So as I approached the graveyard, I saw Darren of various ages. A young Darren with his mother. A teenage Darren alone. An adult Darren, sitting back and watching his different generations, and smiling. "Ah, there's a decent age," I thought. He saw me, and his other generations disappeared. But even as he approached, I unconsciously willed his appearance to be a little more my age. When we met, he was about 24-ish. I was confused though... I spent all dream trying to find Danny and no luck. I decide to find Darren, and bang, he's right there.

I tried to ask Darren why it was easier for me to find him, but couldn't get the question out right. All I asked was, "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing really," he shrugged.

I lost my head a little, and we started kissing. I won't share the rest, because it's private. Goal incomplete due to a false awakening. I thought that dream-Darren was influenced by RL-Jack, which was incredibly disappointing.

Back to sleep, I was back at the hair stylists house. They wondered why I was there, cos they had finished my hair. I said it was just dyed, so maybe I should get it cut then. The other girl checked my hair and noticed that some roots didn't get done anyways, so she took me to a chair and was about to re-do it, when I woke for real.

December 16, 2010

I can't remember how this dream started, but my first point of recollection was being in a room with the Beatles. We were all just kind of... there. Then I realized, we were having our picture taken. So we all lined up, with me in the centre and smiled.

Then everyone just sort of wandered off. Paul was giving an interview off to the side of this white void we were in. As were John and Ringo. George was right next to me. I hugged him, and kept my arms around him, which he didn't seem to mind. Then, I nommed his hair. Yep... full on nose buried into George's hair, nom nom nom. George thought it was hilarious, but I felt a little daft.