I left work for the day and decided to get some DQ on the way home. I took the drive through to be fast but wouldn't you know it, it took longer because they were so busy because it was lunch time. I must have been pre-occupied with something when they swiped my bank card because after I got my food I waited for them to swipe it and they finally after a few minutes told me they swiped it already. So I was annoyed and got in my car and drove off. As I drove I got lost and ended up in some part of town I didn't recognize. As I got even more frustrated, I decided to take what I thought might be a short cut which was a tunnel-like thing. But as I drove through it, I began to regret the decision because the floor was all slippery and my car was swerving slightly and the walls were narrow and covered with construction signage and blue chalk. So I finally decided to turn around and go back the way I came. As I did so, I noticed that the tunnel was a bit narrower coming back so I slowed down which made me swerve a bit more. As I tried to control the car, I ended up hitting the back of it ever so slightly on the wall. So I stopped to assess the damage. The back-right-hand top-side of the car had been scraped and I couldn't fathom how it was so bad when all that I could tell from inside was that it was slightly bumped. (Which should have given away the dream but it didn't for some reason.) So the paint had been scraped off and replaced with the blue chalk and I pondered the cost of fixing it, plus the fact that it had just been fixed by my grandpa and I wondered if he'd be willing to fix it again. I went round to the front of the car and saw the chocolate sundae on the ground (even though I had ordered a cherry one) and as I looked a truck came barrelling down the tunnel and I felt embarrassed. When I came back around the car it was on it's right side in a ditch and I was wondering how the day could get any worse. But when I went to the back and looked at the scrape I thought that perhaps it wasn't so bad. Then I woke up.
1. I'm walking through the Grand Canyon with a school trip. Everything is ridiculously clear and vivid; the sky is the bluest I've ever seen and the rocks are towering above. We go to climb some of the cliffs and the texture of the rocks is rough beneath my fingers. 2. All I remember is shaving, and shaving poorly. Whenever I draw the razor across my face, I nick it and draw blood. Once I even pull a sheet of skin off instead of hair. I'm hurt and frustrated.
Hello: last night was a bit weird. I dreamed about my old school, but it had a new style. Hours of sleep: 6.3h Vividness: 3/5 Recall: 3/5 In front of me there is a huge shopping mall. It looks like a mall, but it isn't one. Let me explain: The buuilding was huge and quadratic, like a mall, but in front of it was a little wall with bushes, a bus stop and a lot of students are in front of it. Some of them are 14, but the majority are 18/19. I walk to a guy with glasses and start a conversation: -Why are we waiting here outsides? - Hug... - What? - The door is closed. - Did you try open it? - Nope - How can you be sure that's closed? I get no answer and I walk alone to the door and *surprise* it's opened. I don't pay attention and I simply keep walking. I don't know what happened exactly next, but it turns out that it's my old school. I'm in a class, but I'm really tired. My eyelids shutt down several times. I don't know if I'm a student or if I'm here for my practical training as teacher. I stand up and get out of the classroom. I go to the cafeteria. It looks a bit weird and not the way as I have it in memory (I spent nearly my half life there and know every little corner of it). I sit somewhere down and start eating a meal composed with beans and bacon. Suddenly I see that in front of me is a friend. He starts speaking: - You look really exhausted today. Have you got a girlfriend or just more work? I don't answer him, because I know he's jocking. - Well, do you know what happened during the class? There were some chicks who made fun of you, because you nearly fell asleep. He imitates the situation by closing his eyes and let sink down his head, lifted it immediately and open his eyes. He repeats it. - That's what they did all the time! But I just told them to STFU and stop making fun of you. I'm glad to help. - Wow, you did that really for me? Your a real bro! - Yes you know my motto: Bros before Ho's We start laughing. A few girls show up. They ask me what I'm eating. I tell them and ask them if they want to taste. One of them takes a fork out of her handbag (that's what I call organisation ) and tastes it. She doesn't like it and they walk away. I'm suddenly in the big auditorium of my old school. A lot of students are there. A play is performed. It's about a guy who always falls asleep while sitting on a chair. I know that it's an allusion on my behaviour in class and to show my protest I cough as loud and as artificial as possible. everyone looks at me. That's it. I hope I soon get a lucid
(This dream was actually from two nights ago. I don't remember any dreams from last night.) I was in the belltower of a building like a mission-style church, with adobe or stucco walls. I saw a crowd of people below. Some were milling around. Some may have been looking up at me. I told myself at some point that I was in Korea. While in the tower, I may actually have been conversing (mentally? non-verbally?) with a man down on the ground. The man was shortish, mediun-build, slightly balding Korean man wearing eyeglasses, a pale polo shirt and pale jeans. The man may have been a family member of mine. In the middle of our "conversation," I looked up to the sky and pointed. There was a sudden atmosphere of panic. Then a huge, white jet flew into our view. The jet was so long, narrow, and white, that I at first thought it was a nuclear missle. It had two fin-like objects prtruding from its nose. But then, as the object sped over me, I could see that it was just an enormous, very thin, white jet with thin, squarish wings. The jet made a lot of noise and then passed out of view of the church. I may have feared the jet was going to crash once it was out of view. I'm not sure whether the jet crashed. I was now writing a review of this whole thing, as if writing about an air show for an online newspaper. I was now a little girl. I was writing (actually, more like thinking out my article or "remembering" the article "I had written) about the man with whom I had been conversing as if he were the organizer of this show. I was giving the man a bad review. In the middle of the review, however, the man stopped me. He was now my (the little girl's) father. He was white, tall, strong, with tan skin and blonde hair. He sat on steps (leading up to the bell?) and grabbed my arms gently. He shook me a little and asked me to tell him why I had said those things about him. I don't know why I wasn't answering -- maybe I felt like being rude. He then started asking me about the big jet, and what kind of jet I thought it was. I told him (it was now like I was looking out from the belltower or some balcony) that it wasn't a --, because I had actually seen stealth bombers flying over New York City on a number of occasions. I corrected myself, thought slowly, and said, "No. I mean Blackbirds." I don't know whether the man/"my daddy(which is what I called him -- daddy)" believed me, but he took me to a big area full of jets. I figured that now I'd be able to point the Blackbird out to him. We drove through what looked like a vast parking lot full of jets. The place seemed to be completely void of people. There might have been some huge structures around, the walls or building-top bridges of which occasionally shaded the parked jets. We curved counter-clockwise into another aisle of parked jets. I saw a jet that looked a little like a Blackbird. So I pointed it out to the man as a Blackbird. But it wasn't quite right. It looked too small. It looked plasticky. And it also looked flat, as if the jet had been flipped upside-down or had its top shaved off. It seemed to have three rectangular holes in it, too, like it was a jet-sized light switch. We were driving down the parking lot. I may have seen more jets that almost looked like Blackbirds. The man and I were driving toward some area that seemed to have a small, rickety, metal staircase going up the side of it. I could feel the warmth of the sun.
I'm posting this dream because it is quite funny. When I woke up I couldn't stop laughing: I am standing in a window, watching the rain storm outside. I get the sudden urge to run in the rain, and I touch the glass. The glass is warm and I can feel every drop of rain that hits it. I say aloud, "Eww, that's icky rain." and then the fun beings. I say to myself, "Now, you may ask, 'Grant, how did you come up with such a creative and incredulous name such as 'Icky Rain'?' Well I'll tell you, my friend. I first came to the conclusion that this is, indeed, rain of the same origin as pleasure-giving rain. It must have came from the same clouds as a pleasant shower, but under much different circumstances. No, my brother, I tell you. This rain is rain from the heavens but it had its birth in Hades. It is composed of the same molecules, but these molecules behave quite differently than the molecules of the ideal raindrop. These move faster, further, and are nigh unstoppable. These raindrops... have.... HEAT!" I say, putting one hand into another for extra wrathful and angered effect. "No, this heat is quite different from that in your easy bake oven, little man. This heat is unpleasant and undesired. If it had a mother it would be rejected as an unwanted child. These foul drops hit this window with a scream, as they feel their short lives coming to an end. They all shall die. None shall be spared. We can not live in the same world as an everliving icky waterdroplet. No, I tell you again, their crimes must be stopped." I finish with such passion as though I had just finished giving a speech. Normally I can't remember much dialog in dreams, but this one has stuck with me for some reason.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Good morning! I will be experimenting with the doses of B6 this weekend, I tried taking 150 mg last night (one 100 mg pill and one 50 mg) and I had two pretty long dreams. I'm not sure if one of them is more effective than the other, and that's why I'm gonna try them out. 03.00: Work I'm at work with my friend Henrik. We're doing some ground work and it's really confusing. I wonder why the hell I don't know how to do this (on the brink of becoming lucid). Henrik tells me has to take a walk and walks down a path into the forest. I figure he just needs to make a call or whatever and continues working. He comes back and we do some more work. After a few minutes of digging in the mud, he tells me he has to go take another walk. I'm starting to suspect something and I follow him. I walk with my eyes downcast and I see he's meeting up with his real father. They notice me but I continue walking up a hill. I walk up to a guy at work and I start talking to him. "Don't take this personal Matteh, but you gotta learn how to do this properly" he tells me and points at a map. "Yeah I know, don't worry, I'm not mad" I tell him and feel like an idiot. My boss comes up to me and starts talking about David. "He's become such a slacker. He will never make it. He started out as a good boy, then ended up smoking and cheating on his girlfriend and everything" I agree with him. 07.30: McClub - höhö I'm with a few friends and Monica at some kind of mc club. Apparently we're just about to have some fun with go-carts. I try them out a bit and I notice I can barely turn the thing without my wrists hurting. "Oh well, I'll just look then" I say and walk away. I grab a sandwich and sit down on the ground next to a small yellowish box. Inside I find alot of pictures of Marilyn Monroe, and she's naked in many of them! I take a good look at her perky black and white boobs before the owner of the club comes up to me and tells me to hand the box over. Suddenly I get the urge to play Magic the Gathering and my friend G tells me to get the cards in the car. I walk outside and it's night out. There's a couple of guys standing outside of a bar and smoking. I grab the card boxes from the car and I lock the doors. "Why weren't they locked before?" I wonder and start walking back. I hide the cards under my sweater and has to walk a bit retarded. Two guys walk past me, they're twins I notice and I start wondering about faces in dreams, since you can only see faces you've once seen (according to the myth). The dream changes and we're at the grocery store. Monica has taken a shopping cart and I notice several coins under it on a tray. I start collecting all the 50 cent ones (they're not valid anymore) and I get a whole bunch. An old lady comes up to us and starts talking about random things. I spot several 1 kr coins, but they're more like euros with gold on the outside and silver in the middle. Only these had bronze on the inside and silver on the outside. Pretty cool! I show Monica. An old taekwondo friend (Juan) comes up to us. He's alot taller than he actually is. We greet and he tells me he has to buy some stuff, but the store is closed. I look behind him and see a few people standing there, waiting for it to open. Doctor Cox from Scrubs is there and he sneaks in. Soon everyone enters the store and Juan aswell. Amount of sleep: 9½ hours Food before bed: 1x 100 mg B6, 1x 50 mg B6, 2 Omega-3 pills. That's it! I had just a few fragments the last two days so I couldn't be bothered writing them down. Anyways weekend is closing in, and I am so having a lucid dream! Was too long ago now. I've started realitychecking alot more often and meditating. Will be awesome. Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!
Dating Class I was in a class about dating with my gf. We were in a lesson about how to construct the perfect date. Me and my gf dissagreed with what the rest of the class said. Tha Kings I wanted a pair of giant earrings shaped like dice. The dice were made out of platinum and the dots were made from diamonds. They were called "Tha Kings".
Imaginary friend I'm walking down a hallway in my inner world with some people. There was a woman, maybe kaomea... not sure. and we were talking about the same imaginary friend that we shared as a child (I actually don't remember an imaginary friend). We seemed to have similar stories about it. The woman then whispered in my ear "We used to kiss, and I remembered actually feeling it."
OK, apologies in advance, but this dream was very fractured. And unfortunately not lucid. (Introduction) I don't remember nearly enough of the first part of this dream, but I recall a pedophile stalking a pair of very young twins. These girls were maybe 8 and were dressed in bold, violet dresses. I recall standing at the entrance to a foreboding room, with the twins sitting 20 feet apart staring at me. I could feel another presence in the room; an evil, female presence that appears later in the dream. Anyway, some weird event happened that set these little girls up as evil. They moved their bodies in demonic ways and a piercing scream coming from an unknown place that hurt my ears. Perhaps they were evil because of the pedophile? Idk.. Anyway, second part of the dream (The Voyage): I was travelling with a group of maybe 10 people. There was a mother figure, a father figure, those small twins, me, and an assortment of other teenagers. In our travels through a snowy landscape, some kids would split off the group to go to their homes or just for the sake of travelling a different road. I was still with the group and I kept an eye on those girls. I was the only one who knew they were evil. Near the end of the trek, it looked as if I would be stuck with the girls until we were alone and they would kill me so I tried to escape, but the mother figure caught be crawling underneath a sheet of ice and I was unable to go free. Third part of dream (The Split): Somehow, from this original party, a party consisting a white guy, me, and one of the little girls, split off into a final group. We all wore the same white tunic with a red cord accessory. I followed the white guy and the little girl followed me. We entered into the real world, I assume it was, because people were wearing normal clothes and we saw very few people with tunics like ours. Looking behind me the little girl split off in a different direction before we crossed a bridge and I still followed the white guy. I suppose we were mages or something, because the white guy held a wand and threw energy at random people as we walked. (Btw, this guy was unaware I was following him. I followed because I did not know where I was going) At this point, I suppose I started becoming a viewer instead of an actor. I followed this white guy around and witnessed his life. Fourth part of dream (Tony Stark and the Ogre): My dream skipped forward maybe 20 years. This white guy shed his tunic and began wearing normal clothes and stopped using magic. He grew to a man that looked interestingly like Tony Stark from the Iron Man movie. This guy lived a luxurious life and seemed to even forget his past of magic. One day he was playing billiards with some friends when something weird happened. I don't recall exactly what freaked everybody out, but I think it was a window breaking or something. Anyway, people started walking out of this building and me and Tony Stark back to his apartment. When we got there a black guy walked from behind a pillar and introduced himself as an Ogre. Tony was freaked out by this and walked to a different room, but this black guy followed him saying, "Don't you remember? Or have you forgotten your abilities?" I realized this was a black guy from the original party when we were all kids. He grew up to be a tall menacing figure who still remembered a bit of his past. Eventually he convinced Tony to remember his magic abilities and help him defeat that evil girl. Fifth part of dream (The Arena): We were at an outdoor theater carved into a mountainside, much like an Ancient Greek theater. About twenty people were there and ready to witness something, though nobody knew what. And people were still showing up. Eventually after I felt an evil presence, the girl showed up. She was an older woman in a black and purple dress, and she looked similar to Kerrigan from Starcraft without all the spiky skin. She looked like a bitch, and you could tell she didn't forget her magic. In fact she honed it, and used it for evil. She was up to something here, but I didn't know what. And she didn't know who we were. She was about to perform some epic, evil act, and a fight would result, but I unfortunately woke up:/ The end haha
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The dream starts in my ecology classroom. The teacher has just handed back an exam, and I've done particularly poorly. I start to complain, arguing for several of my answers, but the teacher doesn't budge. I become louder and more forceful, flailing my arms and even screaming. My classmates start to look at me funny, but I don't care... I wake up into the same ecology classroom. I realize that the previous dream had been caused by me falling asleep in class, and I'm quite embarrassed. The teacher scolds me while handing back the actual test, on which I've done well. It seems that I actually moved a bit while dreaming, and I apologize. This is, of course, a false awakening, and I soon wake into real life.
Old Age. Me and Kaomea are an older couple... maybe our kid is getting out of highschool by now.. it's not certain. We are in Hawaii and stepping out of a bus. We then walk up a hill a ways with a can of some sort in our hands. We keep climbing up the hill along a trail until we reach a high cliff. In the can is some of nomad's Ashes, who seems to be recently deceased in the dream. Together we release his ashes over the cliff, and they catch wind down to sea. I look at Kaomea and say "At least we returned him to where he loved to be most. He'll be in our dreams most likely." Arguing This was a long dream... but all I remember now is floating over chilliwack and entering a school. I was in a classroom where I was telling my brother that I was going to move away from home. He said I should just stay with the family and learn the trade otherwise I wouldn't amount to anything. I got mad and told him that no matter where I went, I would eventually find a place to live and a job, so don't try to put me in a fear jar. Asuka was merged with kaomea and sitting at a desk smiling at me and my triumphant speech. She had white hair but looked young.
Don't remember much... I was at school talking to someone about something. We were just chatting and I realized that Mrs. B. was there. Also had some other fragment, but I forgot it.
I often dream of writing in my (paper) dream journal, just after waking up. I am mostly asleep but thinking that I should be writing. I keep my journal and a pen right next to my bed so that I can write my dreams down right away. But often it is dark, or I am really tired and don't feel like writing. So today I again dreamed that I had written down my dreams, but actually did not. I only remember this: There were 5 people sitting in desks (school desks, perhaps), in a circle, facing one another. I'm in this circle. But I don't remember what I was doing. Conclusion: I need to find a flashlight and put it by the bed. I also need to make a greater effort to wake up and write.
Wednesday, October 20th, 2010 Non Lucid I don't really remember much, except that I was in a college, that looked surprisingly like my old tech school. I remember going into some persons room, and hiding in their closet or something, it's really hazy. Then I remember having a big bag of dank weed, like a pound bag, but in my mind I thought it was an ounce. I think I smoked a bowl or something, still in the closet, then I heard a knock at the door. At first it was the person who's room I was in, but then it changed into the guy who's weed I smoked, and he sound pissed. I got really scared, and went through the back screen door (which just happened to be there) and I started running. I got that feeling that you get in a nightmare, you know, that feeling of dread. Then I woke up.
Dream Sign This was another night full of dream fragments, only a couple of which I remember. One had me playing basketball in an arena and on the other team there was some anime girl in lingerie who was bragging about how good she was, though I wasn't impressed at all. Not much to remember from that dream lol. The other had me feeling really stressed out because I was running late for school and we were having an important exam that day. It was nighttime and I was getting in my car to head to class. For some reason it felt like I hadn't been to that particular class for a very long time, and I was worried that because I missed so much, I wouldn't be able to pass the class. I'm going to take this as a dream sign for me because I have had a few similar dreams where I felt like I had gone weeks or even months without showing up to one particular class, and feeling worried that when I finally did go, I would be so behind that I wouldn't be able to pass the class. Sadly this is all I remember from these fragments. I don't remember ever getting to class or anything. Just thought it would be important to write this down since I think there's a dream sign here that I should pay attention to in the future.
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