well the dream starts with my mom(doesnt look or act like my mom) putting my sister(i dont have a sister in real life) in this weird safe where my sister will suffocate. apparently my mom has gone crazy(with a few other people too). i panic and scream trying to find out how to get the safe open. i see like 8 slots where 8 different keys are needed to open the safe. i notice my mom has a key ring with A LOT of keys on it. i try several attempts to get the keys(searching, trying to bribe some guy who is helping my mom, hacking the safe). eventually i find out that my friend's girlfriend knows where the key is. i go outside to the north side of my house to find her but she is trying to get in her car and drive off with the keys. she gets in the car and starts to drive away. i try to run and chase here but cant keep up. my friend(her boyfriend) is already in his car(separate from her) driving in front of her. he looks back at me and smiles. he stomps on the brakes making his GF slam into the back of his car. i run to her car and take the keys. i go back inside my house to get my mom to tell me which keys to use for the safe. she wont tell me and she locks me in the bathroom. there is a small window in the room so i try to climb threw it. i cut myself on the glass badly. i run to the safe(in my back yard) and try to get the safe open. i cant get any of the keys to fit. i spend the next 10 minutes screaming and crying because i couldnt save my sister(that i dont really have). the dream just ends after that. side note: in the end while crying, i saw my reflection in the safe wall. i looked very real and not blurry. i could see myself crying.
Imma write key words for now Dream 1: Chocolate, night shift, box, man, job Dream 2: Library, girls, walk around, friends Dream 3: Father time, mirror, eliminate, kid, reason Dream 4: Charles-Antoine, cocaine, mom, brother and sister, lack responsability, TV, show THEN--- DS, pokemon, Buizel, Chansey, magcargo lvl6, Gengar lvl 32, macgargo faster, water attack, ability, Metal electrode Dream 5: Big English grammar test: Philippe, write, metamorphosis, orange writing, Mathilde THEN--- Colossus, ball, damage, electricity, shit, its pretty bad Dream 6: Symbols, narrator, humor, lucid
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG 0:30 GMT – Sleep Weird animals I’m under the viaduct at my home town, crossing a road that passes under it, when I see a cute fluffy cat with an enormous head, although inside the range of normality, passing by. I also see a pigmee elephant with antlers instead of tusks and a tiny short trunk. I also think he was a bit furry on the back. A truly weird animal. A gipsy woman approaches me saying she wants to read my future in my hands and I say I’m not interested. Then I realise I don’t have any money, any purse, not even keys to my home. Instead of despair I feel so free – I start realising I’m probably dreaming. Trying to do the RPG task I Then I’m inside some studio, watching a talk show being recorded and I decide to do the nose RC. Somehow it is not clear enough – I do have difficulties in breathing when I pinch my nose. So I do the ultimate test and cross a giant speaker box as if it was an hologram. OK, now I know I am dreaming. I remember the RPG task to go save the demon boy in the woods and I check my reflection somewhere just to be sure I’m on my RPG character (my warrior me). I am close but not enough. I try to summon weapons but when I look again I have strange hair in black, red and white shades. I get distracted by that and wake up. Trying to do the RPG task II I force myself into dream again and I find myself back in the studio again watching the talk show – boring! I have to start all over, but at least now I don’t need RC. I decide to move forward to jump to the RPG dream. I end up in the lobby of this building. It is golden with large glass windows and doors. I see the street outside. I look for something that can serve as portal and the best I can get is the glass doors. Good enough. I jump towards a door wishing to go to the woods and for a split second I am surrounded by trees and start deciding my next move. But the woods quickly transform and I find myself at my mom’s place. Shit! What’s going on today? It’s late night, everybody’s asleep and I hear noise in the kitchen. I go check and my mom left something in the stove, a cooker with beans that has no water anymore and the beans are burning and kind of exploding with the heat. I shut down the stove and put a wet tissue over the cooker. By then my mom woke up and comes to see what happened. She is surprised to see me and totally upset she forgot the beans cooking. She thanks me and feels embarrassed. She has no clue we’re just dreaming and I also don’t want to enlighten her today, so I tell her I just arrived, it’s late and I go to sleep and we talk next day, okay? She finds all weird but as I go to the room and close the door she doesn’t insist. I then think about trying once more to jump to the woods but I wake up again. Sh*t! 4:40 GMT Trying to do the RPG task III and meeting Nighthawk instead After writing my failed attempts I go back to sleep and try to enter lucid again. This time I am facing a mirror and my warrior suit is on, my weapons on my hands and I plunge into a mirror portal totally focused on the RPG task. When I open my eyes on the other side I feel totally crushed, no woods. I’m at a modern house, like a loft studio but really huge. There’s people around a table, like a family and friends and I see Nighthawk. I guess subconscious today won me or maybe he summoned me. This is a dream version of his house and family. His mom, dad, brothers and sisters are there. He spots me and puts his arm around my shoulders and tells me to walk with him. Ok. We go upstairs and we sit on a couch – I actually sit on his lap – and we start making out. Then I put my hand under his shirt and he has a really weird reaction, saying he is putting some medicine on his skin and I shouldn’t touch it. He even says the name of the medicine and I’m like “Who cares, we’re dreaming!”. I guess he doesn’t know that. I get bored with his talk about the active component of this medicine and lose connection to this dream. Girl stoned in Iran Then I find myself in what seems to be Iran. Some women all dressed up and maked-up (but with scarfs over their heads) are bringing boxes of stones to some table. They look shattered and angry. Then a lot of men are gathering around and I feel sick when I realise what’s about to happen. These women are friends and family of the girl who is going to be stoned and I think this is the biggest torture of all, that they have to prepare it all. A little young girl is actually so upset that she throws a small stone towards some guys who are looking eager for what’s coming. Then the older ladies grab her in urgency or she would also be punished severely for that. Then a teenage girl dressed in aqua-green with beautiful light brown hair and the most sad and profound eyes is coming to the centre of the “stage”. I am just watching, like hovering around in spirit and no one really sees me. Except her: she extends her arms to me, looks deeply in my eyes, like begging for help and I feel totally broken. I hold her hands and send her all my love and tell her not to be afraid, that she will soon be free. She feels a bit comforted and sings a very sad song. 6:15 GMT Meeting Nighthawk II I am back in the house where I met Nighthawk previously. I meet him again and as we move around this place I see how big it really is – it connects with a larger facility with artists’ studios and workshops. Artists and engineers are all working together on some project connecting agriculture and art. It’s bizarre. I pass in front of 3 furnaces which are being open on that exact moment to put something inside or take something out, but I don’t get to see what. I just see that some guy suffers minor burns in his face when a flame hits him. Nighthawk takes me again to some private area and he asks me what did really happen in that shared lucid dream he doesn’t recall. I ask him back if he really doesn’t remember and he insists on the "no". He sits on a sofa and asks me embarrassed if we “pleased each other” and I find that such a ridiculous euphemism. I say “If we had sex? No, but it was close enough.” He said “I thought so.” Then he pulls me closer and puts his hands on my hips and I put my hands on his shoulders. 7:55 GMT – Wake up
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non-dream - non-lucid - lucid 03-10-10 I am at a Casino, winning loads. I also take chips left behind, as no one is there. My dad comes and cleans the place up. The chips I have won turn into metal for me to cash out. Something is wrong my dad goes on a run, I follow, he ends up running over a house. We get noticed by the people inside, I spot a parcour route I could take to get on to the roof. A mother and daughter catches me (not litterally) and tell me my dad ruined their floor, I assure them he will fix it. I end up going through the house, but I am hit by a buzzing sensation, I ask what is causing it and the mother explains that it is the incense sticks. I reply I have never felt anything like it before, they make the sticks themselves, from “yogi trees”, the mother invites me to find one, but the daughter explains how they are nearly extinct. This doesn't seem to bother the mother, but the daughter and I don't like it. … I am in a house that in some way reminds me of our family house in Hornslet. We are playing some sort of game and 2 eastern European women are there, playing the game with us. They are discussing the pros and cons about being a prostitute. One of them a blond girl sort of fancies the idea and as the little party goes on, we scatter and she ends up having sex with an old English friend of mine. They start out on the table. Simultaneously the rest of us are spending time somewhere else. I am talking to the other girl really interested in getting in her pants, but she lets me down and while I am taken somewhere else to deal with something, she starts a conversation with a quiet sensible man, whom I do not previously know. In the end they too start having sex and I feel a bit down seeing as there is only 3 rooms upstairs and 2 of them are being used for sexual exploits and I am not part of anything. I have to go to the toilet, so I spend a bit of time in the hallway connecting all the rooms and I can see the second couple on the bed and I can hear the first, the woman complaining that not even my Friend can satisfy her. She contacts me and asks if what I think about her having sex in my house, I say I love the thought and she asks me if I could fix the table for her as she could feel it breaking when they started. Apparently the table did it for her. I agree and is getting quite excited up until she says “Oh there is just one catch, R (my English friend) will be doing the tuffing”. To which I am quite disappointed. … I end up summoning a demon in the form of an old English friend of mine to fulfil my sexual desires, her boyfriend is a good friend of mine.. PM me if you need further details... … I am locked to something between a safe and a steel frame, but for some reason I am able to move. This is a good thing as I am being stolen by some badies and I need to discover their location. I end up getting myself hooked to some strange hook in the car which leaves me in a position where I am halfway hanging out the car running on the street as they drive down the road. I am thinking shit I am outside my flat and I don't have my keys, I check my pockets and they are gone. I react by thinking to myself “Oh yeah I am dreaming, I need to just expect them to be there” I check my pockets again and they are now there.. Can't remember exactly but I think I keep going down the road... … I am experiencing flashes, which I think might be HHs. They are of Vala Maldaran of SG-1 and as they continue I am thinking “Vala, hmm alright I'll go with it” (I have been such a pig this night ^^). As they continue I become aware that she is lying unconscious in a corridor as am I in the form of Daniel Jackson (I am not able to shift, but I am just casually aware that I might frighten her if I am myself, and I just become him). The HHs eventually grow to a full dream, I try to move around, but this seems to destabilise the dream so I decide to go with the plot and just pay attention. I am captured as a fraud by Daniel Jackson, as this is confusing I choose to refer to him as Michael Shanks (I decided this in the dream) while I remain Daniel Jackson (Nods to myself, yes!). I am taken through a window to a large garage and I pride myself in the amount of details I can produce and in particular I am proud of the lighting effect cause by someone welding in the background. This looks rather spectacular on Richard Dean Anderson and the variety of tools, boxes, gates, nets and other military/technical equipment in the room. I become elated and am about to jump up a table and start dancing as I am awoken by noise in my physical surroundings. … A continuation of the dream with the two eastern European women, I ask what I have done to offend them and they tell me I have thrown away one of the person's clothes. We are at a pool side and I manage to drag one of them down into the pool after her having taken off her blouse, in a playful manner. I am vaguely aware that I am dreaming and tell them that I can easily recover the clothes. Turns out I am still horrible at summoning stuff and they discard me as an idiot and I just forget about them. At the side of the pool my first girlfriend (if you can call her that, didn't last longer than 3 months) looks disappointed at me and ask me if I still have the bag she gave to me in another dream. I consider my answer and decide to go with the truth that I have completely forgotten about it and alas don't have access to it. She tells me that there are huge parts of her identity in there and it was my one chance to get to know her. I tell her I know she likes to dance, she smiles and agrees. I ask her if it is only the traditional dancing or spontaneous individual performances as well (Which I have enjoyed doing since we parted) and she tells me she loves it and grabs my hand in excitement. I wake up to the same aforementioned noise. ... There is a lake, I am lucid and the water of the lake is bright blue, as in so blue you cannot see beneath the surface. I attempt to shrink (last month's task) with some success and I dance through the water at molecular level with loads of electrical activity around me. I am only able to shrink in the water at least to the minuscule size I am at that point. When I exit the lake the blades of grass is about as big as me and I attempt to go back to molecular size but can't. I can easily fit myself in one of those neck supports you buy for sleeping in a sitting position during long flights (recently saw these, as some of my family brought them on a 10 hour flight to Thailand). There are two or three lying at the grass by the side of the lake. Notes: Quite a good way to end a dryspell, although my lucids are now frequent they seem to be very short and my control is rather limited. I think I need to refocus on my dream world as I have been on holiday and been ill before it, during which time I have been relaxing too much. However I was pretty drunk and much of my sleep was disturbed by a mate of mine moving about on the sofa, I am not sure whether this was a helping factor or not although I suspect it helped with attaining lucidity, but shortened the duration.
Updated 10-04-2010 at 10:16 AM by 35291 (Reading dream journals I had a random recall of a dream I had forgotten all about)
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I was in my bed. Everything was fuzzy and disoriented. For a few seconds, I couldn't remember where I was or how I got there. Heck, I couldn't even remember who I was. After a while, things began to make sense. Of course. I looked around. My wall had a pale purple color, unlike the black coloring I had recently done in my room. On the computer table, I saw a rickety old VCR and an iPhone 4G. On the wall in front of me, Da Vinci's 'The Last Supper' was hanging. Finding that a bit odd, I decided to do an RC. I looked at my hands. Perfectly normal. Deciding that I was, in fact, awake, I got out of my bed. I looked at the clock. 99 hours and O_O minutes. No kidding. I continued along the room, noticing that my beloved tiles were replaced by a carpet that was more like those metal sponges used to clean persistent dried stains on kitchen ware. I opened the door. There was nothing in front of me! Thinking the lights in the corridor must be turned off, I continued. As soon as I stepped in through the veil of darkness that hung just beyond that door, I felt a huge jerk on my bod and a sensation of falling through a long tunnel. I couldn't see anything, and my bod seemed to be spinning at a phenomenal speed. "Portals! Shit!", I thought, as I figured out what was happening. I slowed down to a stop, landing flat on some grass covered area. It smelled horribly like dead bodies in here. I stood up, and cleaned myself off. Rough ride, I thought. Looking up at the sky, I saw a moonless night. Again. "Damn, I should make night and dark my dream signs!" Wait. What? Dream signs? I looked at my hands again. There were no hands! I looked away, and looked again. This time, there was no second finger on my right hand. I turned lucid. Way to go max, I said to myself, now you need two RCs and things screaming at your face to realize it's a dream. The clarity was good, and the dream was stable. Still, I was taking no chances. While rubbing my hands and activating all my senses, I concentrated on the environment. All around there were huge patches of grass, each blade a foot high. I lone tree stood in the background, leafless, lifeless. I started towards that tree. It was huge, now that I came close. Touching it's bark, I could feel each and every cut in it's bark. So much detail, that I was surprised myself. I did forget some details later on due to an abrupt waking, but I still remember a lot. I circled around the tree, to look what was behind it, and saw this: Pennhurst Insane Asylum. I had seen a documentary about it recently. That had GOT to be it. A chilly breeze swept by hair back as I realized that I was in for a lucid nightmare. Smiling, I walked towards it. I reached the front gate. An ominous feeling seemed to take over me. For a second, I considered turning back and fly to somewhere. But I was not the type to run away. I had visited three supposedly 'haunted' buildings in my city, and spent a night there each with three of my friends, and plus I spent a night in a place that WAS haunted. *shivers* bad experience. After all that, this little lucid nightmare won't frighten me. Or, so I thought. BOOM! The gate banged open, almost as if it had read my mind and was challenging me to dare to step inside. As I stood there just inches away, I saw it. A dead body, lying there on the ground. One of it's eyes was ling on it's cheek. It's body was badly mutilated. It's left leg stuck out at an odd angle, as if it was twisted by a huge force. Sheer horror came over me as I saw it was moving. No, it wasn't just moving, it was standing up! I screamed, but no sound came out. The figure limped towards me. It's left leg's ankle bone, (or whatever you call it, I was never good at Biology. ) was sticking out, and as he walked, that bone dragged across the wooden floor, making a horrifying and disgusting scraping sound. I tried to run away. The door was still open. Good. Time to RUN! I ran at top speed towards the door. It didn't suddenly close or something else didn't pop out. It seemed like I would get out. I reached the door and.....BANG! I struck an invisible barrier, that seemed to be made out of wood. At that very moment, everything changed, as if I was viewing it all through a negative filter. Now I saw the real door, which was closed. As I started to get up, the creepy siren sound from Silent Hill started to ring around the asylum. I knew what was going to happen before it did. And it wasn't good. At that instant, the walls around me started to disintegrate into flakes. Now, just like in the movie, I could see the real walls underneath. Something grabbed me from behind. I spun around. It was........this. I screamed in horror. She grabbed me b the waist, and started, weirdly enough, tonguing my neck. Something was wrong. She was holding me way too tightly. It hurt. The pain grew and grew, until I could bear it no longer. The pain changed into a sort of vibration. I KNOW that vibration ~ I was going to wake up. Grabbing on to a wall to stay in the dream, I managed to shake her off. The vibration didn't stop, and surely enough, I woke up. Drenched in sweat.
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Back tracking: Morning of the 22nd, -i was baby sitting a little girl -dream took place in a chess inspired castle -was some kind of art gallery that i was helping with -then i was outside my old house with my mom, grandma and the old ladies from Ponyo -we were talking about my late grandpa and my grandma wanted me to give my memorial bracelet to my mom(which doesnt actually exist) Morning of the 24th, -a very expensive shopping center, selling brand names for charity -i was interviewing women as they were shopping -i saw Michael Fox filming a commercial -very vivid recall Morning of the 26th, -confusing recall about a long dream that i kept waking from and falling back into -pt 1 at 11am, felt like i was in a basement apartment -i had a bullmastiff that shit all over the floor, it was way too vivid -my bf wouldnt kelp me clean it up, i half woke up and told my bf that he has to help me, but he was also asleep and didnt hear me, i fell back asleep -pt 2 at 12pm, i was in an odd school and ran into my friend who happened to be in the same course as me in college, and i recommended what teacher to try to get -pt 3 at 1:30pm, had a dream about talking to my old manager in an odd office Morning of the 27th, -i was with my mom and aunt, and we crashed a funeral -the bathroom was memorable -i had twin boys that i was trying to get back home to, i was trapped behind a strangely familiar building -scene changed and i was trapped in my old neighbour's back yard, i hopped the fence and ran home -i had my boys in the master bedroom with our three dogs(which i dont have) -the babies were not crying when they wanted something, so i kept forgetting to feed and change them -i took one of them for a walk down the street in my arms, to show some of the neighbours Morning of the 29th, -parent's were planning a big anniversary party, so i had rules to follow- and break -i wasnt allowed to have anyone over, so we could attempt to keep the house clean -but i started drinking, and had people over and my mom got pissed and went to her sister's house for the night -my dad was furious with me and i was crying almost the whole dream -i got up in the morning to try and clean the house -someone broke in right in front of me -i screamed for my dad but they got away with a big suitcase that was in the living room -i cried again and headed to the kitchen to try and clean up, when i saw three aliens(looked like Planet 51 aliens, but different colours) they told me they were there the night before, and were overly curious about everything in the house -my dad finally came downstairs, dressed up, and started helping me in the kitchen -i tried to explain about the aliens and he didnt care Morning of the 1st, -horrifying aliens were taking over the world. end of the world scenario -they looked like a cross between splice(when she's male and has wings) and the tooth fairies from hell boy, but they were about 8' tall on average -they were eating humans, using them to breed more aliens, and trying to turn people into aliens -everyone in the area took shelter in a big space ship that must have been parked on a hill -i noticed my parent's, cousin from another province, friend from high school, bf's sister and her bf, and i knew my bf was there, and i knew my grandma was there, but didnt see them. and a LOT of other DCs -the alien's would watch up and try to break in during the day, but would go hunting else where for humans at night -some people were collecting books in case we could actually get away and repopulate and educate the world -i remember it being really important to make sure that i had 'The Lovely Bones' with me, and i went out of my way to find my friend from high school to make sure she had 'Lucky' -in the end, everyone was sitting in one of the bigger rooms on the ship and my dad was adjacent to me -all of the electronics stopped working(cellphones, watches, etc) and the ship was under full attack by the alien's and they had pushed the ship down a hill -the last thing i remember before i woke up was my dad screaming out from the silence, "Oh No, ohh NOOO!"
Drank some beer last evening so no recall until the second half of the night, but wow what a night. Freaky Room 0652: C. I'm laying in a bed at one end of a long room. It's almost pitch dark. I can just make out the silhouette of some bedroom furniture and I sense there is a doorway at the far end of the room. A creepy little girl is running around the room. Her face glows like a dim candle. As she gets near me I'm a little frightened. Maybe I'm a little lucid because I tell myself this is just a dream and I should just stay calm and watch. The girl giggles and says "Come, you should see!" And then she exits the room through the door. I still haven't moved. Then I see a large man sitting at the far end of the room. His face is also glowing dimly. He stands up and slowly walks toward me at a zombie's pace. As he gets close, he stretches one arm out toward me as if he intends to grab me. I'm afraid and turn away, still laying in the bed. Dream fades. Bridgette? 0733: C. I'm in a dark room. Seems like a bedroom. There's some light coming through a door near me that leads to a hallway. I think I'm looking for something in a dresser. A girl walks in and asks for my help. At first, she seems to be Bridgette, a very attractive coworker IWL. She's talking about a forum post about collecting all the images from the game loading screens. She's holding a piece of paper and she wants me to burn it for her. I tell her this is a dream. Again, maybe I'm a little lucid but the vividness and control are low. She says, "Oh, I'm dreaming with you?" I get a closer look and she looks Asian, which Bridgette is not. I say, "Yeah, help me take of my shirt." She does but as the shirt lifts over my head it blocks out my vision and the dream ends abruptly. Kiting Sleep 0830: D. For about 30 minutes, I'm drifting in and out of sleep, false awakenings, wake, and hallucinations. Here's a bunch of fragments, I'm not sure which was which. I'm calling this "kiting" for lack of a known term. Some fragments were lucid, so I'm counting this as one lucid dream. Watching two people play chess. The person playing white is making illegal moves but no one else notices and I don't say anything. FA in my own bedroom. I hear music coming from my computer. It's not supposed to be on. I recognize the artist is Jimmy Eat World. Riding in a car with my father driving. It's his old pickup truck. We are exiting a covered parking lot. Maybe a sports stadium. He's arguing something. I say this is a dream and I'm just going to fly away to avoid him. I try to jump through the roof of the car but fail. I'm at a store paying for something. I pull out a black Visa card. Supposedly it's a "Visa HILL" card and it's very hard to get so I must be a VIP customer. The cashier is impressed. My underwear is on backwards. Sisyphus in Wonderland, Dream Guide?! 0930 A! This was an incredibly weird and memorable lucid dream. It's much more fantasy and strangeness then my average dreams. FA. I'm in a bedroom. It's mostly dark. The room is arranged a bit like my real room. But there is a TV mounted on the far wall where there shouldn't be. I become lucid early on but my control is poor at the beginning. My father is in the room and we're arguing again. I'm so sick of this recurring theme with my father. I'm aware in the dream that I've already been through this on same night. I tune him out and think what I want to do now that I'm lucid and have some control. I get outside somehow. It's night outside in a residential neighborhood. But the houses and trees are all cartoonish colors. The trees are purple and blue. The houses are crazy colors like yellow and red. It looks like something out of Dr. Seuss or Alice in Wonderland. But since it's dark, the bright colors aren't as noticeable and it seems somewhat realistic. The street is dimly lit with street lamps and moonlight. I walk in the middle of the street to the corner of the block, still upset and without a plan. At the corner, there is a building that looks like a drive-thru fast-food restaurant. On top of the building is a big neon sign styled in black and white with a font like Corner Bakery. The sign reads "difficulty, inc." which I think is kinda funny. My father is following me and we start fighting with our bare hands. I try to fly away but he can fly too. My flying sucks today. I can hover fine but I can only thrust by pushing off things for short distances. We're still wrestling in the air and through the neighborhood. After a minute or two I am fed up and just try to fly away. The dream starts to feel unstable. I land next to a brick building with vines growing on the walls. I feel the vines and brick to get some sensory stability. But I still wake up. I try to DEILD. I'm imagining the same scene, trying to re-enter. I'm about to give up, but I hear my father's voice describing the scene. He says things like "brick wall, restaurant down the street, grassy lawn" and this helps me get back into the scene. As soon as I'm back, I'm fighting with him again. But now I'm just walking away, trying to ignore him. When he gets close, I push him a way and continue walking. I don't want to waste any more of my lucid dream on him so I start spinning to teleport away. I try so hard that I wake up and turn my physical neck. At least I think I was awake. I'm in my bed and stop moving my head. I try to DEILD again. Again, about 20 seconds pass and I'm about to give up. I'm about to switch to recalling earlier parts of the dream for my journal. But I suddenly feel like I'm going through a tunnel. I'm back in the dream. The edges of the tunnel turn into leaves and I find myself hiding in a bush peeking out through a hole in the leaves. It seems like time is going really fast around me for a few seconds. The tree leaves are rustling and street lamps are twinkling really fast like time-lapse photography. Things slow down to normal. I'm in the same dark cartoonish neighborhood but a different area. I'm in the middle of the quiet street. My father is gone and I'm in the deep in middle of the block where there are just houses, no restaurants or retail buildings. Phew. Ok. Now, what to do? I start walking down the middle of the street, looking at the crazy colored trees and gingerbread houses. I see an old lady outside. I walk toward her but she enters her front door. I think of Mother Goose. I keep walking and start to see the end of the block in the distance. I see a paint store far off across the intersection that advertises two kinds of paint: "DRIED" and "WET". I think that's pretty funny and congratulate my subconscious for the joke. Then a short goat-man jumps out at me from the shadow of the trees to my right. I'm startled but he quickly seems friendly. He's about 4 feet tall with goat legs and yellowish-brown fur. I guess he must be Pan from Greek mythology. He asks me what I'm doing. I remember my plan, I'm going to practice teleporting by spinning or opening doors. He says, "Cool! I'll try too!" And he starts spinning like a playful child. I start spinning as fast as I can. The world becomes a blur and unrecognizable. I slow down my I'm still in the same place in the same scene. Hmm, didn't work. Another character approaches Pan and me. I don't get a good look at him, but I sense he is friendly and familiar. He says, "There's a portal in the boat" and points toward the nearest house. Later, recalling the dream, I think that maybe this character might have been my Dream Guide! I still don't recall what he looked like. Somehow though, I was left with three separate vague impressions: A man-size yellow dinosaur (think Barney), Homestar Runner, and Ronald McDonald. I lead the way as the three of us walk up to the house he pointed out. It's yellow with red trim. It looks like a life-size gingerbread house or a cartoonish McDonald's. The front door is only about 3 feet high and I get a strong Alice in Wonderland feeling. I'm puzzled. This is a house, not a boat. There's a lunchbox next to the front door. I bend over to look at it. "Is this what I'm looking for?" No, I sense my DG gesturing into the house. I look in a window where I can see through to the backyard. I stoop down and we all walk through the small house to the backyard. In the middle of a small patch of grass, there's an inflatable kiddie pool with a plastic toy boat floating. Okay, this must be the boat but where's the portal and how I am supposed to get in such a small boat? DG says exactly what I'm thinking: "Shrink down to size." Okay, never done that before. I bend over to get a closer look at the boat and see a USB port on it with some text printed under it. I squint to read the words. My alarm goes off and wakes me up.
Updated 10-04-2010 at 02:38 AM by 35793
(Lucid) I first find myself standing next to a railing, which was about waist height. I was either on a tall building or a bridge. I did not turn around so I'm sure which one it was. Away from the railing were protective fencing to keep people from falling to their deaths. I could see below that there was a large body of water. I would estimate that I was well over a thousand feet up above the water. I was completely lucid and I knew I was dream...well I was pretty sure, so I said to myself "Ok, if I am dreaming then I can fly." But instead of jumping over the railing and falling to my death, I first tested to see if I could fly. So I began to hover about six feet above the platform. "Alright, I'm dreaming!". I then proceeded to fly off the bridge (I'll call it a bridge) toward the protective fencing. I could not fit through it, so I had to tear a hole with my bare hands big enough for me to slip through. I did this and continued on down toward the water. As I got closer, I noticed a rather large cave opening, so I flew toward it. I landed in the water at the opening and I started to enter the cave when a large ferocious sea creature popped up out of the water and began to chase me. The cave opening had stalagmites, so to evade the creature I was flying in and out around them to keep get away. I flew deeper into the cave, but I had a hard time to fly fast. The creature was much faster then I could fly, and I knew he would catch me. I knew I could not out run him into the cave, so I guess I jumped out of my body. My point of view I had stopped, but I saw myself in a third-person view fly deep into the cave and away from the creature. I must have been invisible now, because the sea creature went right by me and didn't see me. Ok now I am back with my body and I am in the cave. It seems to be some kind of social club, as there are numerous people in there. I am sitting at the bar and I look around to soak in the view. Its dark, but not so dark that I couldn't see that it was a rather large cavernous area. The people were not ordinary, they looked a little different than human. I was still very lucid and I did not want to wake up yet, so I brought up my astral hands and viewed them to hold the dream (this always works great for me). They were a little thinner and longer than my real hands. I noticed that my hands had an upside down triangle symbol in red and blue going from my index finger to my ring finger to the center of my palm, and they were the same on both hands. A rather large thin man saw me looking at my hands and approached me to show me his hands and they had the same symbol. He said "I guess we're related". Since I knew I was dreaming, I thought to myself, 'Now that I am dreaming what should I try to do?" I was reading a day earlier about how you can ask for lottery numbers and they will show you them. Out of everything you can do, I picked this. Hey who couldn't use some more money. So I approached the bar and satrted to watch the TV that was behind the bar. I asked for the lottery numbers. nothing changed, so then I demanded the lottery numbers. (The article said to demand the numbers). I wasn't mean about it, I just said in a calm manner that I wanted to see tomorrows lottery numbers now. Instead of the lottery number appearing on the televison, I turned around and saw a spot light on a stage with someone pulling lottery numbers. The kind with the pop up balls. There were two machines side by side. He was pulling numbers so I had to get closer to see what the numbers were. I had a real hard time to see the numbers, and in the end I got close enough to see that one machine had the number "10" and "63", and the other had "9" and "63". This didn't make sense, so I figured out that it must be our daily numbers play 4 and play 3, so the number must be "1063" play4, and "963" Play3. Ok, so now I am desperately trying to remember them, I try writing them on dream paper, and I keep confusing the numbers when I write them on paper. I read them back and they are different. So I say thats not right and I erase and finally correct it. Now I know I must leave the dream in order to remember the numbers. I didn't want to leave, I wanted to stay ,but I knew I would forget them if I stayed. So I said to someone beside me that I had to go, but I would be back. Still in my dream I was thinking that I didn't have a pen and paper next to my bed when I wake up, so I had to get up and go to the kitchen to write it down. I then proceeded to concentrated on waking up. In a matter of seconds I was awake. I got up, put on my bathrobe and went to the kitchen and wrote it down. I tried to get back to sleep and see if I could continue it, but I was trying to remember the dream so much that I couldn't get back to sleep.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG 23:30 GMT – Wake up Doing late hours On some office with my boyfriend. He works there. It’s on ground level, a long open space with several desks and a few cubicles. It’s 1 am and we stayed behind for him to finish some work. I then go to the entrance and meet this lady behind a desk. I ask her if she’s also working late and she tells me she is the security guard and is waiting for us to leave so she can also go home to her family. She is on her mobile talking to her kids and I feel so guilty. I go back tell my boyfriend who doesn’t believe me needs to go out there and check for himself. We then try to rush up to leave and find out that more people were also still working late and also weren’t aware they were keeping this lady stuck there. Meetings at university I’m with mom on the inner court of some university on a palace-like building on some foreign country. There’s an inclined tower that used to be connected to the main building but is now falling apart. It’s being held by some scaffolds but clearly falling apart. My mom wants to go closer and take pictures but I hear it squeaking and I swear I saw it moving a few centimetres. Some people who are sitting on some terrace tables confirm it looks like it’s going down soon. I then have to head to a meeting I’ve organised. I booked a room on this building somewhere. I try to gather people for the meeting that I encounter along the way, but still only a few come after me. I go up some stone staircase – the whole place looks very institutional – and I meet a lady with her geeky daughter. They are nervous because she is heading for an interview for an internship on the administration office. I wish her good luck but have mixed feelings. My father is always trying to convince me that a job like that is what I should aim for, because of the stability, so I kinda feel jealous of her. On the other hand I have a much more interesting life and feel luckier. The meeting room is circular, with a glass dome and sculptures all around, very imperial style. Only 3 people came to the meeting and soon the conversation degenerates and we don’t do any work at all. Some scene of ego fighting and bad mood from some of the participants. I call it a day and we go downstairs. We enter a cafeteria and by my right side I see this amazing garden which I want to visit. There’s a structure made from hedges and trellis in form of an ark and inside it, there’s a small zoo for the visitors. I don’t like zoos but I need to see that strange and different construction. But my friend Rita is now present and tells me I can go there later, but now need to join some group around a table. One of them is a guy from my school, a former bully and I wonder what he is doing there, maybe a friend of a friend. Then I also see Lasma, a girl I met last month. When I look at her I have a vision about her. She is in the woods. The trees are naked, it’s a freezing cold and a dim light - some northern country, maybe her home country. She is involved on some whistleblower activity, denouncing some crime that is being perpetrated away from public eyes. She meets some monks living in the woods and then I hear shots. They are running for cover. She is so brave going there alone to get this story out. 5:30 GMT Plant Nymph I am in a room on some big public building, like a gallery. It’s totally empty and a bit old, with the stucco on the wall falling in some places. My dad and my boyfriend are also with me. Then on a corner I notice this bizarre green sculpture that looks like an animal with no head. As I come closer it transforms into a beautiful green woman. She has one hand rooted inside the wall and she looks a bit pale (pale green). She looks so unhappy. I ask her why and she says someone planted her inside disregarding her feelings and needs. She says the ones of her kind grow outdoors and in groups. They need sun and each other’s company and she lacks both, so she lives in hell. And because she is so deeply rooted there, if someone tries to get her out, she will die. I bring my dad and my boyfriend to meet her and they get really saddened by her story but they offer her some money and I wonder if they understand that money isn’t going to make anything for her. She needs to be transplanted and that is not a matter of money but of skills and will. Working group and advocacy for the nymph I am in some classroom where all the tables are occupied. I’m sitting on the right side of a table I’m sharing with my boyfriend. Under the table on my feet are some bags I own. I just arrived, late. We are deciding as a group on topics for a later meeting. I am asked if I want to be included in the agenda and to make a presentation. I say I really don’t want to but if they insist I can make a short report of some other meeting I took part in. Then they put me in charge of a working group that gathers on a tiny room with view over a garden. We are 4 or 5 people and everybody looks uninterested and disconnected. I sense it’s gonna be a disastrous working group, unless we go out and sit on the grass.. Then back on the classroom I use the opportunity to tell everybody about the nymph I had met before and about her situation. There are a few journalists in the room (or activists who would write something about the case to spread the word) and they are interested in knowing more. One of them is a bit ignorant and is writing on his notes that she is a bit sick and pale because she is vegetarian and I correct him by saying “Moron, she is not vegetarian she IS a vegetable!!!“ 6:30 GMT Muslim neighbourhood I’m crossing a muslim neighbourhood. I see a guy on a car who is totally reproving me because I’m wearing a short top and showing my belly. I pull it down a little. Then I pass by a kiosk and I see comic books. I am totally amused when I spot magazines like Uncle Scrooge, but in a muslim version. For example Gyro’s Little Helper has his normal robot body but the head of a muslim with a beard and a turban. [Once again I don’t mean to offend any muslim, but my mind keeps making up this crazy stuff.] I also pass by a muslim girl, but she is totally normal and going about her life. I then reach a main road and I sit on a kind of giant ball with a seat, that I drive through mind control and I remember crossing over some railroad tracks. Theatre première I’m on a theatre foyer and some play is premièring on this exact day. There are tables with material to pick up and other for sale related to the play and the actors are hanging around in their characters skin, taking pictures and talking to journalists. The main role is played by a girl about my age and the story is about her trying to manage the family business in a world of men and in a time where women and especially of her age, where not considered fit for this job. Then I spot some posters for sale about some other show or event and I get closer to read and I take note of something I read there, but then I’m pushed and pulled by two ladies who really want to buy the posters and I lose track of what I was doing. Sex and the city Later I am on a coffee table and on the table next to me are the girls from Sex and the City, making arrangements for something. They seem excited about it. I then accompany Miranda (the red hair girl) to her apartment but just as an observer, she doesn’t really know I’m there. She is soaking on her bathtub and on the phone with her friends. They are all going to do something at the same time. She then gets a small device from a package and I more or less imagine what’s coming, but then I get totally surprised when she sticks it on her big toe of her right foot. She then starts feeling something, because she is clearly delighted. Apparently her friends are doing the same on their houses. Then they discuss results and decide it is quite good although not at the level of an orgasm. 7:30 GMT Baby falls down the window On some room full of kids and a few adults taking care of them. I am just passing by to take some little girl with me to play and I meet Marco Polo there. We sit on some table to talk a little bit. The girl also sits while she waits for me. As we talk we get really close, as the table is so small. I feel his legs touching mine under the table and I sense he is desperate for my affection. So I lean and touch his forehead with my forehead. He says he is no longer with his wife and enquires me about my situation with my boyfriend. I tell him the truth, that I am still with my boyfriend and despite the fact that I love him (always did) I don’t intend to leave my boyfriend for him, not now and not probably ever - at least not in this lifetime. For some reason he was hopeful of a different thing and he gets really gloomy. I get up to allow him to digest it and I go play with this little girl. I lift her up and put her on top of some shelf – she kinda shrinks to fit there. One of the other ladies scolds me, afraid she might fall and get hurt but I assure her I have it under control. Then I see my cat over a bed near a window and a kid is playing with him. I trust but I say to watch out so the cat doesn’t climb to the open window and the kid actually thinks the opposite would be much more interesting and starts cornering the cat so he feels forced to go up to the window. He is laughing and saying he would love to see the cat flying down the window. I go nuts and go to the kid and kick him hard. He was a goofy 6 or 7 year old with glasses and I leave him contorting on the floor with pains. Immediately I feel so incredibly guilty and everybody runs to me in shock and to help the poor kid. This moment of distraction allowed a baby to climb up the bed and the window and only I notice this but it is already too late. When I scream to warn people about the baby he has already slipped and fell. I am horrified because I notice we are on a 3rd or 4th floor and I think the baby stands no chance of survival. I don’t even have the courage to go look and see the result. I am just crying like a mad and I ask everybody who is the mother. I feel I need to be the one telling it to the mother. But nobody knows. I go out and look for his mother everywhere. I can’t find her and then I encounter the ladies who were watching over the kids on that room where it happened. They tell me they’ve deliberated that it was all my fault, that because of me the baby had fell. “What?” I wasn’t even in charge of looking after any kid, I was just passing by and got involved in some events that somehow led to it... Then I connect the dots and think this was all instant effect of bad karma for having kicked the other kid and is totally deserved that I get the blame, even if I know I am not really responsible and they are just trying to frame to get rid of trouble. Then I arrive at this room where I see a lady surrounded by people comforting her and I assume she must be the one and that the news run faster than I thought. So I sit by their side and wait for an opportunity to tell her how terribly sorry I am. But they look at me surprised by my presence and ask me what I want. I say it’s about the baby and they say “Baby, what baby?”. Upsss, wrong person. Apparently they were watching a documentary before I arrived, it was about heirloom tomatoes and about a guy’s quest to preseve its seeds and for some reason this lady had suffered quite an emotional blow from seeing it (maybe it was her dead husband or something). Then 2 ladies who were sitting by my side ask me what happened, that they realise something bad happened out there but they don’t know what. I tell them yes, something terrible happen and then my cat (in RL) wakes me up. 08:45 GMT - Wake up
Updated 10-04-2010 at 10:30 AM by 34880
03.10.2010Task of the month??? (Non-lucid) 03/10/10 NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I saw many dreams again, but these are the ones i recalled when i woke up. First dream: I am sitting with some members of a forum in which i am a moderator. One of these members is a girl, who writes like 100 pointless a day, decreasing the quality of any conversation. :S So we were sitting there talking and at some point she took a really serious face and started apologising for the fact she overposts. I can't recall much more. Second dream: I am in a pretty futuristic building. I have a big futuristic screen (sth like 60' :p) in front of me and am chatting on facebook with my friend A. The conversation went like this: A: Tashows i have to go! I 've got news to tell you tell you tell you! Me: Talk you motherf***er! (just for fun :p) Me: Where are you going? A: P. has job about networks and he put me and T. in the team. (these words from this person make absolutely NO sense xD) Me: What an idiot!
No dreams from the past three days. Sorry for the lack of posting, I've been incredibly busy.
More dreams, out of sequence, and non-lucids. Segment 1 I am in a pine tree forest and there are a bunch of wooden cabins here, and its some kind of camp. It was in the valley of a small mountain range. I am there and interact with some other counselors but I forget what I was doing. I remember walking around this place but forget my purpose or what my job was. It was somewhat cloudy, but it was in the afternoon and the sky was really beautiful light blue. Then I remember going to the top of this wooden building, that resembled a large rollercoaster platform, and then looking out over the forest and noticing the clouds and sky. Segment 2 In my dream, for whatever reason, one of my friends was into hang gliding. She had a video camera attached to the bar of her handglider so she was able to record what she was seeing. Then I was seeing from her perspective hang-gliding through this mountain valley area, and then also knew/remembered that you could travel the world like this; by hang-gliding through towns. From the perspective of the handglider, I was approaching a small town and the valley was opening up out of the mountain area. There were a bunch of people in this courtyard, and I was landing down there. It was really awesome flying through the pine tree valley, pretty breath-taking. Segment 3 I was walking around this city, eventually making my way to this strip mall on the outskirts of it. I remember being near a few skyscrapers, and it being at night because I could see the moon out. But the moon was shaped weird, it had almost a peanut shape to it (it wasn't perfect circle as it appears in the sky) and some parts were dark and some light, like it was missing parts. But it was also a full moon because there was a white halo around it. I kept glancing up at the moon because I was like "woa, the moon's all weird". I eventually made my way out of the center of the city, and the moon was more in view than before. As I past the last skyscraper, the sky had a orange-ish tint to it and was hazy. Then as I reached the strip mall, the sky was back to black, still with the moon out. Then a small booth area caught my attention. It was one of those phone-line fake psychics and there were a bunch of funny advertisements and messages on it and they were also black. One of her main posters said for no one to call her ever, or to not bother her (and implied to not contact her outside of her reading times). There were also lots of pictures of a black pastor and his family, then other pictures of him with a bunch of other women (supposedly prostitutes) and it totally sent the wrong message about him. There was also a facebook crawl about famous people's statuses about how bad this place was. Tom Hanks had a quote up that said something like "It makes my die on the inside". And for some reason, lots of people with the bad facebook statuses were supposedly jewish. For some reason this booth really fascinated me, because I was around it lots, and so were a couple other guys. There were small red and yellow banners over it, and it reminded me of something that should be found in Asia and not in the US.
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