05.04.2010Super Paralysis (Note) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Morning after a night out, once again. I didn't manage to get lucid in any dreams, but I did get a serious blast of sleep paralysis. Absolutely exhausted, I was sleeping on my back. I'm not sure if I came out of a dream, or I was maybe just really relaxed and forgot where I was for a while. Either way, I realised I was lying in bed, but couldn't move at all. My arms were by my sides, and I tried to lift them but they were completely dead. I actually tried really hard to move, just to test the power of the paralysis. It was total. Then I opened my eyes. I'm almost positive the room I saw was the real room and not a hallucination because nothing was "off". Light levels were consistent with the real room and everything was in the right place. I had a pretty good view because I had like three pillows under me. I couldn't see very clearly though, which is what makes me suspicious about whether or not I was hallucinating a view of the room. Anyway, I thought I shouldn't waste this great opportunity for a WILD, but I was so insanely exhausted that I just fell asleep unconsciously.
30.03.2010Zombieland (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Hmmm... I didn't realise this one was so long when I was typing it out. I'll put some pics in to break it up a bit. I was woken up quite early in the morning, and went back to sleep naturally after 10 minutes. If I can't be bothered WILDing, just falling asleep again after waking is much easier and works almost as often. I think the short time of being awake revs up the logic centre of the brain, making it far easier to spot dream signs. I was in some sort of small holiday complex. I "woke up" in the swimming pool. My head was leaning against the side, and I was still wrapped up in my red duvet- which wasn't actually all that wet. I was extremely groggy, and couldn't really move. I could feel that I was wearing my jeans though, and thought, "Shit what if my phone gets wet? Aha!" All too easy, point to me. For some reason, the groggy inability to move stuck with me, and I had another false awakening. I woke up beside the pool this time, it was as if I had fallen asleep on a deck chair. The pool was indoors, with a glass roof. I was in my swimming shorts, so I jumped straight into the pool. There were a few people I knew swimming around too. I hopped in an inflatable yellow dinghy and someone pushed me around for a while. Later, I was informed by one of the reception staff that a letter had arrived for me. (What's this, 1970?) She stuck it to the wall with a tack and went back to the front desk. I got out of the pool, dried myself off and went over to read it. I got the general gist of its content, which went something like, "Sorry we can't make it, but we gave our tickets to our two friends, you'll like them." Apparently it was from someone I knew who wouldn't be coming on holiday. I spent absolutely ages trying to read the names of the people the letter was from, and the names of the people who were coming in their stead. Every time I looked at it, it seemed slightly different, and I would notice new things. It was also pretty high up on the notice board, and I couldn't reach to take it down. A girl I know called Emma came over and asked what was wrong. I told her that I couldn't read what the hell was on this letter, and asked if she wouldn't mind having a go. "Sure," she said. "Lift me up." I put my arms around the top of her legs and lifted as high as I could. She unbalanced me when when she reached out for the letter, and we fell. She landed on top of me, and I broke her fall. I found it weird that I wasn't even winded, even though her knees had come crashing down on my chest. She laughed, then kissed me before informing me that I should be getting to work. Apparently this was one of those holidays you work during to afford. I put on my roller blades and left through the front door of the complex. I made my way downhill, past what looked remarkably like the sea near my house, and arrived at a restaurant. Apparently I was a waiter. I rolled straight into the kitchen like a ballet dancer, to the cheers of the chefs and other waiters. I stored my roller blades in a locker, and there was much banter about the state of my hair. Before we headed out to wait tables, the head waiter made sure we all smelled great, by squirting a huge cloud of Davidoff: Cool Water aftershave which he made everyone walk through. This was what the holiday complex looked like, only bigger. Just then the owner stepped into the kitchen and called for silence. He informed us of the terrible news that there had been, I quote: "An uprising of the undead." The chefs and waiters let out cries of alarm and disbelief, but I smiled and said, "Awesome." You can never have too many zombie dreams. I folded my arms and waited to hear the specifics from the restaurant owner. He said that the plague had begun several hours ago, but it had only now reached this area. Apparently, all the area's rich residents had been evacuated to safety hours ago, but we had been purposely left behind. He went on, "We are the..." "Cannon fodder?" I interrupted. He looked furtive for a second, and I knew I was right. There were various moans of "Oh no," etc. from the staff, so I turned to them and said, "Have you ever seen Shaun of the Dead?" Most of them nodded. "Well it'll be like that, only more fun." With that, I headed outside, ready to get laid in there. I looked up the road to my right, towards the holday complex I had come from, and hovered up to my head-height. I decided I should go back there and try to help my friends, so I started flying in that direction. I was going pretty fast, faster than I usually manage when flying unaided. I passed hundreds of zombies. They were emerging from the sea to my left, and staggering up the beach onto the road. I saw humans getting bitten and immediately turning. It seemed this was a particularly virulent strain of your standard zombification virus. (Think 28 Days Later) People would get bitten, or some infected blood would land on their exposed skin, and right away they would double over, screaming viciously. Their eyes went completely bloodshot, and for some reason, their gums started bleeding. I kept up the pace, but more and more zombies kept chasing me. I wasn't going fast enough to lose them, and was such an easily visible meal (flying at over 6 feet), that I was basically drawing hundreds to me, who joined the mob on my tail. As I flew, I concentrated hard on a sentence, and sent it out to everyone in the area telepathically. It told everyone I knew to meet me at the holiday complex. I heard the sentence booming in my head, and I had a good feeling that it would work. I wanted to fight off some zombies with a bit of company. I zoomed up the hill to the tall front doors of the complex, and found them locked indefinitely. I tried to break them down but they were completely solid. I turned round slowly, to face a semicircle of zombies that had formed around me, cutting off all routes of escape. I took up a fighting stance and they started coming at me. I didn't pay attention to faces or numbers, I stepped from zombie to zombie, breaking necks and punching clean through chests. Neck breaking was by far the easiest move, so I used it the most. There was a lull in the action. They had stopped attacking, and were now just staring at me, snarling. I heard a voice calling me. "Help! John!" It was an old friend of mine who I no longer like. He was waving at me from within the crowd. He forced his way to the front and ran over to me. "Thank God!" he gasped. Something wasn't right about him. He looked incredibly tired, and wasn't moving his lips very much when he spoke. "Hang on," I said. "Let me see your teeth." He shook his head, so I grabbed him and had a look for myself. His gums were unmistakably bleeding (like the rest of the infected) and as soon as I saw them, he growled. He was just pretending to be clean to get close to me! I wasn't having this. Since my hands were already inside his mouth, I tore his head apart by the jaws. It really wasn't pretty. In fact I immediately regretted it- the popping and cracking sounds were bad enough, never mind the sight. I threw down the pieces and glanced behind me. Emma from earlier had appeared in front of the door, along with David Cameron, leader of the Conservative Party. Why the hell was he there?? I'd had enough of killing zombies for now, so I took them both by the arm and floated them onto the roof, where I reckoned there would be a skylight of some sort I could use to get inside. I had to imagine they were both nearly weightless to get them to leave the ground at all. From there it was just a matter of floating myself up and dragging them behind. Sure enough, there was a skylight which I was able to kick open. It was dark inside, and instead of the reception and swimming pool I had left, there was now a winding corridor with hundreds of black doors. They all had labels on them, but I couldn't read any. I was helping Emma and DC down when the front door burst open. It was Voldemort, and he had an army of zombies behind him. "Leg it!" I shouted. We ran through the maze of corridors with Voldemort firing spells after us, but never quite catching up. I picked a random door and opened it to throw Emma and DC inside. It opened into an entirely different place- maybe an office building. I shut it behind them and turned round to face Voldemort. He didn't engage me personally, preferring instead to send zombie after zombie at me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a wand. Not knowing many spells, I made some up on the fly. They were all complicated latinate words, which all seemed to work. Unfortunately I can't remember them at all now. When I had the chance, I jumped through the door I had sent the other two through, and slammed it behind me. I imagined these doors worked in the same way as doors opened by the "Keymaker" in The Matrix- Voldemort would not be able to follow. I glanced around the cubicles, but couldn't see any sign of life. Out of nowhere a woman ran up to me begging for help. I recognised the bloodshot eyes and bleeding gums of a zombie instantly, and pointed the wand at her. "Avada kedavra," I sighed. (The killing spell) She dropped like a stone. David Cameron and Emma decided to make their presence known, and stood up from behind a desk. "Just wait till I tell parliament about this!" Cameron said. "Obliviate," I replied, with the want pointed at him, thus wiping his memory. "Thanks," he said dozily.
[B]#18, Undated[/B] [COLOR="RoyalBlue"]I'm on work placement on a huge factory / construction site. I walk down some of the hallways, I see lots of big machines driving by. I see someone moving a handicapped woman in a wheelchair around the corner. I think her head was dangerously close to hitting the corner of the wall in the turn. I go back and meet the giant machine again. It's hard to get past the machine as there isn't much space in the hallways. I'm supposed to go and destroy some walls by a beach. I head out of the factory and climb down some ladders. I do parkour over / through some fences. I meet Bl from my old class on a bridge. We see someone else from the class cycling by. We say something funny. We see K, he doesn't answer us when we try to talk to him. We follow him. He doesn't want to talk to us. We find K's bird sitting on the road, I catch it by it's tail. Now we're in the classroom. M and HC is counting us and assigning numbers to each of us, 1 2 3 4 and 5 so we are split up in 5 groups. I suddenly realize that I forgot to bring appropriate clothing for the trip to a forest we were going to. [/COLOR]([I]An actual event for the day after this dream.[/I])
30.03.2010Iron/Bat/Super-man (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID There was a very interesting storyline running throughout this dream, although I can only remember part of it. I was like Superman, in that I was an alien sent to earth at birth, but in my time as a superhero, I wore a black costume very similar to Batman. It included a chest-mounted weapons dock/jetpack, which gave me flying abilities like Ironman. The earliest part I can remember is having a fight with some half-assed villain in the middle of a gravel hockey pitch, at night. (The villain looked a bit like Shooter McGavin from Happy Gilmore) In the struggle, he managed to unclip my jetpack, and put it on in an attempt to escape. Faced with a situation where I was about to become powerless, I became lucid. I've noticed that I do this quite a lot. If I'm being overwhelmed by monsters, or can do nothing to "save the day", I usually turn lucid automatically to take advantage of the god-like powers it affords me. The lucidity is never quite "top-notch", I would be hard-pressed to remember any tasks of the month/year and I usually just go along with the plot of the dream because it doesn't take much effort. The villain was about to take off. I adopted an arrogantly masculine stance (pic above) and laughed triumphantly. "It only works for me you stupid asshole! Biometric contols!" I had made this up in my head just there now, but the certainty in my voice seemed to have made it so. The bad guy bashed every button desperately, but to no avail. I jumped him from behind and wrestled him to the ground, taking back my jetpack. I clipped it back on quickly, and looked at the HUD. My vision was now slightly tinted with orange, and I could see some Chinese letters flashing across the bottom of my view. The flight controls were located on two handles which sat just on top of my lower ribs. It was a little bit like a roller coaster harness in design. Right then, I noticed the ground below me was starting to light up slightly. I assumed the sun must be coming up, but I was wrong. Shooter McGavin started shouting. "Look! It's a meteor! We're all doomed!" "What??" I turned around, and sure enough, there was a fireball in the sky. I activated my jetpack by squeezing a trigger on each of the two handles, and hovered waiting to see where it was going to land. It roared over my head, lighting up the whole area and leaving a burning smoke trail behind it. I squeezed harder, and took off after it. I thought I should be going faster. After all, Ironman can fly at the speed of sound (I think). I instinctively felt around for a "boost" button, and found one on the front of each handle. I pressed them both hard, and immediately shot forward at a crazy speed. My head was thrown backwards with the initial accelleration, but I quickly got used to it. I could still see the meteor in the distance, and I was gaining on it. I noted that this was probably the fastest I'd ever flown in a lucid dream, and I was worried I might destabilise the dream like this. Luckily though, I was deep enough asleep for the g-force not to disturb me. I don't know what speed I flew at, but I estimate I was flying over about fifteen large houses per second, if that's any indication. The meteor hit the ground ahead of me, and I landed beside the crater. It had broken open an entire street, and busted water pipes were spraying everywhere. I don't really remember what happened next, but I lost lucidity, and ended up on the run from the law. Me and my (very) Irish accomplice managed to evade the police and escape down to the beach. (We were apparently in a coastal holiday town) The "beach" was no more than big black rocks covered in seaweed. We spied a tiny fishing boat resting on some high-up rocks, and ran over to it, hoping to escape out to sea. When we got there however, we saw that it had been converted into a pub! Instead of a steering wheel there were draught taps for Guinness and Carlsberg, and the boat itself was actually cemented to the rocks. The bartender shouted something about a storm coming, and all the patrons left. Most of them were grizzled old sea-dogs. I didn't look closely, but I could have sworn one of them had a wooden leg. We stepped inside once it was empty, and closed the shutter-like doors behind us. "This thing will never sail," I said. "Sure it will, just wait till the water gets high enough," he replied. After a short wait, huge waves started crashing over the rock wall which sheltered the boat. Sea water leaked in through the floorboards and washed around my feet. Luckily though, no more come in, and the water outside only pushed the boat upwards. At last, it broke free of the concrete, and started floating. We cheered. My companion somehow got the engine started, and the pub/boat chugged out into open sea. After a while of being battered by the waves, more water leaked in, and came up to my waist. I remembered my phone. "Shit!" I took it out of my jeans pocket and wiped it off. It was fine. I stuck it inside my hood for safekeeping. Can not believe I missed the "wet phone" dreamsign again!
28.03.2010Willful Ignorance (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Just a fragment. I was in Hawaii, for some reason, looking over a hill at the top of the road I was on. On the other side of the hill was a raging wall of fire taller than my house. I walked curiously up the hill to get a better view, but by the time I got to the top, the wall of fire had changed to a line of trees with orange leaves, as if it was autumn. However they were evergreen trees, which struck me as odd. My mum came up beside me, and we started talking about lucid dreaming while heading towards the trees. "What if this is a dream right now?" She said. "It's not though, but the trick is to ask yourself that when you're actually dreaming," I replied without even checking. "No really," she went on. "This is a dream." "Nah, it's not really," I said. What an r-tard.
27.03.2010Zoo Party (WILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I had a good night's sleep last night for the first time in like a week, and woke up at 12pm. Having not managed a WILD for a good while, I decided to have a go. I didn't really have a technique in mind when I started, I just got comfy on my left side and let my mind wander. Visualisations came quite easily after 25-ish minutes. They behaved kind of like a dream, but I wasn't actually asleep yet. I put myself into a random situation (which happened to be a trip to the zoo with friends) and watched the scene play out. It was like a very vivid daydream, but it had dreamlike qualities. People around me had conversations and did things without any direction from me. I stood and watched for the most part, occasionally touching something, but never speaking (because I could still feel my body and was not yet in SP). I watched for a good while, doing small things like stroking a koala and intentionally avoiding some tarantulas which had gotten loose. It was an odd vision-daydream, not entirely controlled by my conscious mind. Kind of like the little dreamlets you get as you fall asleep, but often catch with your conscious mind and get shocked out of- except it was lengthy, and my conscious mind was involved every step of the way. As the narrative progressed, I wound up at a crazier version of my school formal from last year. It was here that the daydream solidified into a proper dream. My guess is that SP finally kicked in here, and my mind had a "dream" premade, so I went straight in. There was a significant step up in both vividness and physical integration. "Finally!" I said, and gave high-fives all round. I went straight to rubbing my hands to anchor myself, then walked around saying hi to people I knew. I had originally intended to do part of the task of the year, but it had slipped my mind in the excitement. There were psychadellic disco lights flashing all around me, and it was a little bit difficult to see. Well, no more difficult to see than if I was in a club, but I'd like a bit more clarity from my dreams! I went a bit mad and tried to organise a huge orgy with all the best-looking girls from my year (what's a guy to do), but I stopped for a second. It all seemed incredibly realistic, and I thought about the possibility that I really was at a formal, and just really wasted. I thought back, and remembered what I thought to myself as I lay down in bed earlier, "Until I'm getting out of this bed again, nothing is real." This comforted me, but also made me think of my real body lying in bed. Realising my mistake, I ran around trying to grab something, but I was in the middle of the dancefloor and miles from a decent surface! Raging at myself, I was pulled out of the dream.
26.03.2010Anxiety (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This is the dream I had after my failed attempt at a WBTB. It's a classic anxiety dream, so typical it's actually quite funny. It was no doubt brought on by thoughts of starting a new job the next morning. Recall sucks. It was September, and I was starting university. The first thing that went wrong with the day was that my alarm failed to go off and I was running late. (Think Four Weddings and a Funeral, "Fuck!") I scrambled round the house in a panic looking for everything I needed. It skipped ahead here. I was now on campus, looking for my class. I was taking Psychology, and was having a hard time finding it. I ran from building to building, asking everyone I met for directions, but noone seemed to know. I finally thought I had made it to the right place, but it turned out to be a P.E. class. I found myself in a locker room full of intimidatingly huge dudes putting on sports gear. Then I realised I was only wearing boxers. I cursed my own stupidity to have come to my first day of university without clothes, and looked around for something to wear. I found a stall at the end of the lockers. A guy dressed like a football coach offered to sell me everything I needed, and tell me where my class was. I was greatly relieved. He piled up a tracksuit, books, a map, shoes and three bottles of Lucozade Sport (complimentary). Then I realised I didn't have any money! "Shit, shit, shit," I said. In the end it didn't matter because he allowed me to write an I.O.U. and promise to bring him the money tomorrow. I put on the tracksuit and gathered together all my stuff before glancing at a clock on the wall. "Fuck!" It was 5:30pm. "I'm screwed."
23.03.2010Floating Down to the Beach Once More (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID At last I've broken my dry spell! I had to really concentrate to become lucid in this one though. Even weirder was the fact that I thought I woke up and wrote this down in the middle of the night, when in fact it was just a false awakening. So now I can't remember it in nearly as much detail as I should. I was at my old primary school, which was situated above a cliff path leading down to a beach. (Not in real life) It was a warm, very sunny day, and the beach was packed out with people. There were even people lining the path the whole way down. I was leaving the school wearing boardshorts, so I decided to head down there. I was jogging briskly, and dreaming sprang to mind. I remembered that if I was dreaming, I would be able to do massive floating jumps, and glide my way down the hill. My first jump was quite large, and it took me over the heads of some guys working at the top of the road. I became a bit lucid, but I didn't fully appreaciate that I was merely in a dream. I continued downhill (I think I was meeting friends down there or something). My gliding became quite strange; I seemed to fly like a frisbee. One of my flights took me out over the edge of the cliff, which was pretty terrifying! But I told myself that If I kept floating I would end up on solid land again, and that's what I did. I don't recall much more after this, but I'm pretty sure I got on a bus dreamsign! which took me back uphill to a holiday house where I was supposed to be staying with my friends. I went inside, and found that it was the same bunch of dudes I had been to Portugal with last year. I was talking to a guy called Adam, then Brian came in. It was here that I spontaneously decided to do the hand reality-check. At first, it looked like I had maybe seven fingers. I was like, "Whoa, guys I think this might be a dream." However their disbelieving reactions were enough to make me have a second look. This time there was no question. I meticulously counted nine fingers on my left hand. I poked each one as I counted it, and all of them had feeling in them. I was a lot more lucid this time than earlier. Everything seemed almost too real to be a dream though, and it was hard to hold on to the lucidity. I got out my phone (I got the correct model this time) and tried to call somebody, but I woke up! Luckily, I had the presence of mind not to move, so I did a lazy DEILD. I didn't even bother visualising anything, and I was soon back in. As soon as I was in, I did a few leg stretches to anchor myself. I can't remember what happened next at all.
19.03.2010Tiny Hallucination (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This was as I was dropping off again this morning after going to bed at a ridiculous hour for the past 4 nights. I'm due a serious night's rest one of these days... The light was on, and I was lying on my back with my legs leaning against the wall, and I really didn't think I was asleep. I didn't notice sleep paralysis taking effect (but I suppose it did), but soon my phone vibrated on the desk next to me. My eyes were only half-open, and I couldn't really see clearly, but I knew exactly where the phone was on my desk beside the bed. I reached over and picked it up, then tried to unlock it, holding the screen above my face. I couldn't seem to get it to work, or even really focus on it, so I blinked a couple of times to clear my vision. Turned out, I hadn't moved at all. I was still in the exact same position I had been in before my phone went off. Gotta love that tricksy sleep paralysis...
15.03.2010Avatard (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This dream happened early in the night and I didn't write it down when I woke up, so my memory of it is less than complete. I also wish I could have been lucid for this one! I was very close to lucid- I didn't realise it was a dream, but I acted just like my waking self would in that situation. Also, I've never seen Avatar, but would very much like to. The earliest part I can remember is being in a system of underground tunnels. The celings were covered in tiny stalactites, and every single one of them was dripping water. The echoing sound of the millions of drips in the tunnels was pretty loud. I was in the body of an Avatar, and was just getting used to moving about. I was surprised at how tall I was and how powerful my legs felt. I took long strides across the floor and jumped around. My memory is hazy, but I remember trying to help a group of humans find their way out of the caves. I put one injured girl on my back and carried her out over a rock wall. I found that my arms had some serious strength as well, as I hauled both my own weight and the weight of the girl over the wall using just my arms. Yep, I "Avatarised" myself. I don't really look that retarded in real life. I think it's the beard. Skip ahead, and I was back on earth, but still in the Avatar body. The local humans were fascinated by me, and people kept trying to interview me. For some reason, I could only speak the Na'vi language, and they couldn't understand me. I could understand what they were saying, however. Luckily, I had a translator who told people what I was saying. I had a short discussion with a woman about the TV show How I Met Your Mother. I tried to say "Neill Patrick Harris" slowly so she could understand, but no luck. For a minute, I paid attention to my own speech, and started speaking in clicks and noises I certainly couldn't have made in real life. Shortly later, I noticed I had a tail. My translater was bugging me, so I poked him in the face with it. I didn't have great control over it, I could only really move it from side to side. When he had shut up, I asked my translator, "What's the deal with this body, do I have to go back to my old one? I wouldn't mind staying like this actually..." I secretly hoped I could stay in the Avatar body, it was way cooler. I was slightly alarmed at how easily I had shrugged off my humanity in preference of this new body, but it definitely seemed like an upgrade.
13.03.2010Sprinting (WILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID It's weird typing this now. A minute ago I was sprinting continuously for about ten minutes. I can't actually believe I managed to WILD this morning. Conditions were less than perfect. I'd already had a good night's sleep, my blinds were open (letting in bright light), and my bedroom door was open (letting in a loud conversation and piano playing). One thing going my way though was extreme drowsiness. For the third time in my life, I got trapped in sleep paralysis as I woke up. I wrote about my last waking episode in my very first post on Dreamviews (it was what led me here). I knew where I was, and the position I was lying in, and basic things like light levels in the room. I could also hear a conversation going on downstairs. -I've written down the main points of this conversation and I'll go check if what I heard was real or imagined after I type this up. It just felt like I couldn't force myself to emerge to full wakefulness, like forced laziness is the only way I can describe it. Mentally, I was trying to move, but all my limbs seemed to have lost their juice. Anyway, having missed out on lucidity in countless dreams last night, I thought I might as well use it to my advantage. On my first attempt, I could gradually see the inside of a car. I was in the back seat, and it was driving along a road I know well. The funny thing was, I could still feel my body, and I couldn't tell if my eyes were open or closed. I opened my eyes a bit and could see slightly clearer, but I'm almost sure my real eyes opened too- they just weren't sending any input to my brain. I woke up and the sleep paralysis broke. I rolled over and tried again. Quite quickly this time, I had a false awakening in my own bed. I can't be sure if I was still hearing conversations from downstairs, or my mind just invented a likely conversation to go along with the "awakening". I went downstairs and left through the front door as my mum was letting out whatever visitors were in the house. I'd love to know if their actual departure and my dream line up. I started running down the street, doing long floating jumps over bushes, people and cars. I thought about the task of the year, but the only one I could remember off the top of my head was "Give fire to Early Man". I didn't think I could hold the dream together long enough to do anything that complex, so I decided instead to just do some random exploration. When I got to the bottom of my street I turned right onto the larger road. But instead of the road I expected, I was surprised to find myself back on my own street- about a mile back along the road. "Oh well," I said. My mouth still wasn't cooperating fully. I took off sprinting. The exertion really helped anchor me in the dream and made things around me clearer. I saw some unidentifiable roadkill at the side of the road, and then a Tesco supermarket which definitely isn't there in real life. It was in the position of an old industrial site. I was still sprinting, and actually taking deep breaths. I'm not sure what the point of that was, maybe to make the scenario more realistic, or to keep my heart rate down or something. I got stuck behind a crowd of people outside Tesco. During that time, I decided to get out my phone. In my dream, I was wearing my dressing gown (which I guess I assumed I was wearing in real life, but wasn't), but I reached beneath it expecting to find my jeans- which I did. I felt inside the pocket, and pulled something out. I actually laughed out loud at the result. It looked like some kid had crudely nailed together several pieces of wood to make a giant replica of a phone. There were no buttons or a screen. However, there was a hole in the middle of it. I poked about inside and thought I felt something. I whacked the side of the big phone, and my ancient Nokia 3310 dropped out. It still had the green cover I put on it the last time I had it (in like 2002). When I tried to use it I woke up. These are the subjects of the conversations I heard. I'll check if they were real and report back. green lights fireplace Scott Joplin (composer) orange EDIT: Turns out they were talking about Scott Joplin, but the others were my imagination. Thinking about it, there were definitely some images associated with the others, I should have guessed they were made up.
11.03.2010Tattoos (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I was running through a school I didn't recognise, trying to find a class I was late for. Earlier on in the dream, I had gotten several tattoos all over my body, and I was still only wearing my boxers. I had Bart Simpson on the back of my neck, A Xenomorph tramp stamp, a large Predator's fist blade down my left side, I need to play less of that game! and the lyrics to some emo song on my right side. I found my way into what looked like a "Technology" corridor, and something told me I was in the right place. I rounded a corner and saw some people I vaguely knew heading into a room, so I followed them. I became worried because I didn't have any books with me, and I was also in boxers, but then I realised everyone else was in the same boat! Later on in the class, I was invited up to the front do some presentation. I walked calmly up, said hello to the class and stopped. I had no clue what I was supposed to have prepared! "What the hell...?" I murmured. I did a reality check. I looked at my left hand, and it was warped beyond recognition as a hand. One of the fingers had become a piece of wood on the end of a green string. I was dreaming! That explained a lot. I remembered then that I didn't even go to school any more, this whole scenario was made up. Unfortunately, the lucidity I got was not very high-level. I ended up showing off my tattoos to the class. They were all impressed.
So yeah, I knew I was going to have a dream about being attacked by something, some time. And it happened. But now, looking back at it, it's just hilarious. [B]#17[/B] [COLOR="RoyalBlue"]I'm at this hotel thing with a few friends. For some reason I have no clothes, and my friends makes fun of how I'm going to have to go around naked. I don't seem to care because I'm trying to be 'bring-it-on'-like. There's a balcony connected to the other rooms of other people. We go out here, and we find pieces of wood I can use to cover. We're just laughing about it still. I throw a boomerang over my shoulder.[/COLOR] [COLOR="RoyalBlue"]I turn around. There's a [I]semi-fat, black man with huge crossed eyes, almost popping out of his eye-sockets[/I]. I've apperantly hit him, and he starts walking towards us, speaking in a language I do not understand. He picks up the boomerang and throws it at us, while saying something that sounded like a curse. "<something something> naebu" He's really ninjalike with his throwing, he hits my friend first, real hard. The door is small so we can't all get in. I'm the last to get inside, and he hits me on my thigh hard with the boomerang. We go in and hide behind the furniture of the room. He comes in and hits me even though I'm behind a small chair. I try to stop him by using simple english sentences.[/COLOR] [COLOR="RoyalBlue"]Now we're in a garden (below the balcony) there are people eating. The one sitting closest to me is a bodyguard-like man. It's dark now, and some torches light up the garden. I scream for help at the guard, and he dosn't seem to understand me. He even seems to laugh at it at first. But when the fat, cross-eyed man begins to throw things from behind, he realizes the danger and picks me up and throws us both into the grass. He holds me tight so I can't move. I remember seeing one torch, some rocks to my left and looking up at the cross-eyed man. Now he's picked up a huge rock and throws it after my head. He's still mumbling his curses. I dodge the rock. [/COLOR] I can't imagine what the hell I was thinking, making up that guy to be a nightmarish character. It wasn't really a nightmare, it just had the feeling of knowing something bad was happening.
Updated 08-04-2010 at 12:20 PM by 18506
[B]#16[/B] [COLOR="RoyalBlue"]My class is having a lesson, we're by a lake or something. Something about gummibears flying in the air. Also something about fish being thrown into the lake. Me and P need to practice something with the fish while a plane is flying over above us, ready to land on a track not far from where we are. The plane crashes, there's panic, half a plane and lots of fire. We rush to help, someone asks us how we're going to help, I reply [I]"Well I guess we'll see"[/I] and shrugged. There is an unknown girl with a green jacket on the plane which is still on fire, her face is hidden by her hair. I yell for her to jump, she jumps and I catch her. The second she's safe, I move on. Apperantly, a few people from my class is there, on the plane (Maybe on the wing?) but I didn't try to help them, as I thought they looked safe enough. I helped another unknown girl exactly the same way as before, she was wearing a blue shirt and her face was also hidden. Now, the fire is sort of under control, and everyone has gotten out of danger. I walk into a room not far from the plane, where my classmates are hanging out. There's a fridge and a few sofas. A guy from my class and a girl, B and Z are talking about what happened, seems like they were actually on the plane. Z says they heard a crack before the plane crashed. B says nothing too bad happened, just a guy broke his leg. But I had seen people on fire. I'm following N over some fences, doing lazy vaults (parkour) over them. N says something to me, I reply in german trying to make a parody of Nightcrawler from X-Men 2. I feel like I need to see those two girls I helped, so I walk around a little aimlessly, trying to find them. There's those magnetic letters sticked to the fridge in that small room. A small boy wants to change the letters to his name. A woman helps him do it.[/COLOR]
PART 1 - CONTACTING C I contact someone important from my past over MSN who I've been out of contact for a while IRL, C. We have a brief conversation as if everything is normal, then they block me. In the dream there was no other possible way to contact them, I felt helpless and depressed. ANALYSIS I did try to contact C yesterday (not over MSN... long story), so obviously this was primed in my mind. I felt oddly kind of down as I was going to sleep, and wondered if I might have an unpleasant dream as a consequence. ----- PART 2 - TIME TRAVEL Time travel... at a table with a team discussing a mission... girl on team, neck length brown hair, black suit, says it's better that humanity not know certain things/have access to certain technology they're not mature enough to handle... ANALYSIS I don't think this was an entirely separate dream, but was related to the one above... somehow. Can't remember the details or context, why time travel was being used or anything. Upon waking I actually had too many dreams floating in my head at once, most of it was lost. Particularly in the 10-15 minutes before the alarm went off, I was already half-awake, and basically simply laying there waiting for it to go off. This is probably because I've been waking up at the same time for several months now, and my body has come to expect it. I'm definitely going to need to keep a notepad by my bed from now on, and record notes about dreams as they come, in the half-awake state at any and all points through the night. Good sign!
Updated 08-04-2010 at 11:38 AM by 30838
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