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The God, Bob.

The Creepy Toy Army... of Doom!

A Doom Mountain falls when he says it.

Have to share my Lucid Dream this morning! I was lying on the couch after having been up a few hours and decided I want to try to go into a dream aware. I started getting sleepy and I knew that was about to start dreaming so I start saying to myself "Stay aware. Stay aware. Stay aware" and then I feel this startling vibration like I'm being shaken up and down really fast. This has happened before right before Lucid Dreaming, so I just breathe and I'm still aware that I'm lying on the couch, but I'm also falling down into the dream and then...I'm dreaming and I know it! During the entire dream, I was, for the first time, fully aware of my waking environment, what I was lying one, the house, etc.

Here's what happened:

Big library, I was flying around and seeing and talking to different people, it looked like a huge children's library and I did see different aged kids walking and flying around. I knew I was dreaming and tried to manipulate the environment, but had a lot of trouble. I could fly easily, but had trouble controlling direction, speed, etc. Then I wanted to change things and thought of woods and forest, but it kept turning into a baseball diamond, then a big pool and once I tried to fly but fell into the pool which really scared me because I thought of sharks (I'm weird!) then it did turn into a semi-secluded wooded area, saw a beautiful little girl in a flower-like dress (looking closer, the dress was made of these beautiful exotic flowers!) walk by, she looked at me, but looked away, she looked like a pixie, very beautiful blonde hair with amber streaks on the tips...then saw a square-shaped enclosed wooded kind of area (shrubbery made up the enclosure), with those kinds of dolls (like the pixie girl) set up in shrubbery like cabinets all around, I went around looking at all of them up close really close because they were so beautiful and delicate and I thought this place was important for some reason...then this little Eastern girl about 8 years old came up to me and said something, I can't remember what, and then I just hugged her and started crying because of who she was (who was she?) and what she said...and then I remember that I could smell her hair and it smelled dirty, like she hadn't washed it in a while. First time ever remembering smell in a dream! The smell of her hair bothered me, but I didn't say anything because I thought it's not really important...and then saw a room off to the side with a bed in it and a dresser with a mirror. I walked in and asked her whose room this was....she said something that I can't really remember then I saw the mirror and wanted to look at myself, but she kept trying to stop me for some reason. I tried and then she kind of playfully kept pulling me away and I kept leaning toward the mirror and I finally got a brief glimpse of myself in the mirror and I saw myself sticking my tongue out at myself (first time ever seeing myself in a mirror in a dream). Somehow I thought that looking at myself in a mirror in a dream was not a good thing to do, I turned around and this kid walks up to me and swings something in his hand and whacks me and BAM, I'm awake. But, it's a false awakening, but I didn't know it! I'm on my couch and suddenly Joey (my son) comes out of his room screaming at his sister (he doesn't have one!) who is lying beside me on the couch and they start fighting and Joey is about 5 years old and he's screaming and crying at her and trying to hit her, he was having a horrible temper tantrum, something he's never done. I become furious with him and slapped him really hard and then got up and grabbed him by his hair and then I slapped his face. Suddenly, it dawns on me that Joey is not a small child (he's a teenager) and doesn't even look like this child...and BAM...I wake up for real...and this was like 15 minutes ago. I had to type this out really fast before I forgot it.

10/13/2009


Bachata Music

I'm in a bar. There is a group of Mexican guys sitting across from me. The bar area is an island in the center of the room and I'm on the opposite side of these Mexicans. I look over and try to start a conversation with them. I say, "Esten familiares con la musica bachata?" Which translated into English is something like "Are you relatives with bachata music?" I conjugated the verb estar completely wrong and used the English word for familiar, so they must have known I was a total gringa. This is probably why I was not successful with talking to them because they ignored me. Oh well.


Library

I'm at a public library looking at rows and rows of books. I wander over to another section and see that it's the young adult section. I'm checking out all the books when I look over and see my ex Missy sitting at a round wooden table at the opposite end of the row I'm in. I wonder what she's doing there. I pick up the Lord of the Rings book and walk over to the table that Andrea's sitting at and show it to her. I sit down and her mom comes up to me and hands me the phone saying that it's Lionel (her husband, Andrea's dad) and I should talk to him. I don't remember what we talk about, but then he asks if I want to talk to Dawn. I say sure and her the voice on the other end and conclude that it's really Stephanie (who just got married to Brad last year). I ask Andrea if she wants to talk to her. Next thing I know, I've got a gimp leg and I'm walking over to look at more books. I'm like dragging my right leg behind me. Then I see Missy again. I go back over to Andrea hoping that Missy didn't see me and ask her if she saw her, too. I don't remember anything else.

Slipped away from me as I woke up. Music is distracting I think. But what else am I supposed to do?

Just remembered. I was on top of a windy hill. My dad and I going out in to the desert for a trip for a few days. My family was there I think. Holding the umbrella against the wind. Some other people dangerous people coming?

A place with lots of water, swamp. Person with a boat. No swimming allowed.

Playing with someone else, used portal to get away from monsters that were about to kill us. Like Diablo II

10/12/2009

Hotel Scam?

I'm at a hotel, walking through the lobby with some guy. He's trying to convince me that we can stay a night for free if I follow his lead. So I walk up to one of the receptionists who have desks like bank tellers and the guy comes behind me and starts taking like, "yes, this is the amount we agreed on..." and puts a piece of paper in front of me to sign. Meanwhile, the receptionist is on the phone looking at us like we're crazy. I look down and see that the amount on the paper is $212 and I say that I don't have enough money to cover that much for two days!


Electronics on the Beach

Now I'm on the beach walking along just kicking the water as it comes up on the beach. It's kind of gravely, not the nicest sand in the world. I look down and kick over some gravely sand and find a coke bottle. I pick it up and throw it away from the beach. I walk some more and find a calculator. I start digging in the sand and find tons of calculators. I pulled them out of the sand and started making a pile of them. The water keeps coming up and washing over my hole that I've dug revealing more stuff. Now I get to a box. It's a coffee maker! I set that aside. I get to another box. It's a set of pots and pans! The funny thing is, I open the boxes and they're perfectly fine, there's no trace of sand or water in them. I think to myself... maybe I can put this stuff on ebay or craigslist...

10/11/2009

Shane in the Pool

So I had a lesbian's wet dream last night. I was in a pool with Shane from the L Word. I'm totally not going into details except that when I was underwater I could totally breathe which was very beneficial.

Lucid in Tennessee

I was driving around pretty fast through a neighborhood. The houses were all different, then they started looking similar, then a bunch of them were like smurf blue. I slowed down and stopped the car to get out and take a better look at one of them. I approached the house and all of a sudden, I realized that I was in Tennessee. I realized I was dreaming and in that instant it began snowing and I felt very cold. Everything just became crystal clear. Then I thought that I'd rather be in California and it was like a blip in a movie reel where a picture of some palm trees flashed in front of me, then I was looking at the Tennessee house again. I noticed a big spider about the size of the palm of my hand crawling on the house. Then I lost it.

Fund Raising

I'm in a van with some people and we're getting dropped off one by one. I'm really excited to be in this neighborhood going door to door. I get out of the van and someone hands me a plastic bag with papers in it. I walk up to the first door I see on what I think is an apartment building. I knock on the door and a girl answers, opening the door pretty wide so I can see inside. There are three other people in there, two girls and one guy. There are bunk beds and desks and it's just a room, it's not really an apartment. I tell them who I am and that I'm collecting money for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Fund. I start fumbling through my bag to show them some proof that that's what I was there for. They all seem very interested in what I'm saying and are very supportive. I try to go into a spiel, but I realize that I have no idea what I'm talking about. The people I'm talking to tell me to calm down because they see that I'm getting flustered. I bullshit my way through and tell them something about trying to get new equipment for research. I don't remember much after that.

Hotel Pranks

I remember walking down the hallway of a hotel on my hands. I'm really pleased with myself because I've figured out a way to do this really fast without falling down. I've got my legs over my head in such a way that I have perfect balance. I see a girl from high school (Christina R.) in one of the rooms with an open door and I walk in there to see her. Then I bump into something and fall down.

Andrea woke me up getting back into bed at like 6 in the morning. She couldn't sleep so she had gone downstairs and watched a movie at like 3am. I couldn't concentrate on anything after that because she was talking to me and all I wanted to do was get back into lucidity again!

10/11/2009

I remember three things. I remember waking up panicked but I can't remember what I had a nightmare about. Then I remember walking out of a building, maybe a hotel, seeing a girl I went to high school with who was on the forensics team with me, Elizabeth J. She looks at me and says, "you are such a pimp, look at all those ladies waiting for you!" I'm kinda startled and just say hey to her then walk up to all these hot girls who were waiting for me.

Then I remember running. Someone was chasing me. I ran around the back of the building I came out of to like a loading dock area. Then I wind up inside a fast food restaurant. I look for a place to sit down and I take a seat next to a family. I think I got on my cell phone to make it look like I was taking a call so I would just blend in so the person chasing me couldn't find me as easily. Then my sister comes up to me: she's the one that was chasing me! I freaked out and yelled at her.

Then I'm in my grandmother's house in her bedroom. I walk into the bathroom and there's one of the hot girls from before getting out of the shower. She acts all modest, like, no, don't look at me, and puts on a towel. I hit on her and ask her if she really wants that towel on. I don't think I was getting anywhere with her, so I go into the next room over and it's supposed to be the room I always stayed in when I visited my grandmother, but it's my sister's room. The only things I see in there are stuffed animals. Tons and tons of stuffed animals. Floor to ceiling. All different animals, colors, shapes and sizes... even some clowns.

Side note: I remember when I was younger having a dream where I was in my grandmother's house and approaching a closet door that was just ready to bust open because the closet was so full. Maybe it was the stuffed animals trying to get out! Also, I remember waking up from this dream just kind of sad because I felt like this really spoke to me about how my sister is never going to grow up and be a functioning adult. It must really suck for her.

I think I'm fighting myself and my recall. I'll wake up from a pretty vivid dream and be too lazy to open up my computer and take notes on it. It is sort of self defeating. I remember that I had two pretty vivid dreams. But this is the only one I can remember and, at that, I can only remember a part of it:

I was at some sort of party in a big dining room. There was a good crowd of people there and it seemed like everybody didn't like me. I remember constantly getting pointed out and made fun of or angrily talked about. I had no idea what I did. I then remember making "friends" with this crippled guy. He had to walk with walkers because his legs didn't work. It was odd. But anyways after talking to him I excused myself to go to the restroom and a moment later he, the crippled guy, comes hobbling in. I remember that I was in the stall and when I heard the door open I knew it was him and I was terrified. He opened the door to my stall and his mouth was taped shut but I could still hear him talk (that shoulda been a dream sign, right there!) but instead of waking up because of the obvious sign he goes to tackle me. Being full bodied I manage to throw him aside.

And then I'm in a hallway and trying to half crawl and half hide. I'm sitting at the corner of a tiled hallway when three women walk by. They are younger, like 19 or so, and completely ignore me when they walk by. I remember hearing them say something mean about me and I took a swing at one of their legs. They round the corner. I turn back to my edge of the hall and see across the hall a group of guys are sitting in desks and some taller man is walking back and forth by them. In my dream I realize the guy in the first desk is Josh Howard, an NBA player. In my dream I remember thinking "This doesn't look like Josh Howard." But it doesn't phase me. I end up grabbing his leg and shaking it and saying, "You're Josh Howard?!" and he nods while trying to pay attention a little bit to the tall man. But he obviously loves the attention. Then I say, "Man, I LOVED you with the Dallas Mavericks in 06-07." He grins, obviously really pleased with this, and nods his head.

And that's that as far as I can remember. An interesting dream. It had my heart going at some points. I really need to work on forcing myself to journal as soon as I wake from a dream. My recall is getting a little bit better but I know I could have so much more written in here.

I'm getting close to lucidity, I think, I can feel it. I'm starting to critically think while in dreams.

I had two vivid dreams last night. When I first woke up, I recalled much more. But, I was forced to deal with real life almost instantly. My memory was reduced to only the very last segment of my last dream:

I was standing with someone on a very rundown, overgrown, bridge. We were throwing explosives into a river about 15ft below. As we did, great white sharks the size of buses would spring out of the water to eat the explosives as they blew up! I remember their eyes rolling back into their heads in a somewhat comical way, but nevertheless, I felt extremely vulnerable like the bridge was about to collapse at any moment.

I walked off the bridge, turned around to get a close look at it. I expected it to give way into the river, but it was stable. The weeds growing on it, and the cracked aged look was totally realistic.

Again I didn't have very good recall, I actually suspect that I had a few lucid moments but didn't maintain them very long.

I'm driving a Lexus except it doesn't use normal controls it uses a Wiimote kind of thing. Some of my old school friends are there. Walter from fringe is in the car and comments about the heated seats at some point. We're traveling towards the yacht club in the town where I grew up. Instead we go to my house and I argue with my dad about being late. I try to find my own car to leave and can't find it.

not sure if this is the same dream or a new one... Some girls that I knew from school are at the same house as above, the house and next door are busy undergoing alterations. We go inside... the dream fades

I sky dive with some of my friends into carrington road from very low altitude. One friend opens his shoot too late but lands on it and he's fine. We pack our chutes hoping to find a place to base jump.

[PT] Sonhei que estava na casa de Rodrigo, jogando Twisted Metal. De repente, estávamos na rua, vendo carros de verdade se destruírem, como no jogo. Um deles era um grande carro amarelo, o outro era um pequeno carro laranja. Eles estavam batalhando batendo um contra o outro e usando martelos e marretas. O sonho não fez o menor sentido, e não me lembro mais do que isso.

[EN] I dreamed I was in Rodrigo's house, playing Twisted Metal. Suddenly we were on the street, seeing real cars been destroyed, like in the game. One was a big yellow car, the other was a small orange car. They were battling against each other, using hammers. The dream made no sense, and I can not remember more than that.

[PT] Consegui induzir um sonho, mas acho que não foi completamente lúcido. Sonhei que estava na Long Library, do jogo Castlevania: Sympony of the Night. Fui pegar alguns livros, e eles estavam completamente vazios. Havia apenas a capa deles, e nenhuma página. Andei muito, e achei um exemplar de Brisingr, dividido em duas partes, de capa dura. Ainda estava dentro do plástico, o que significava que era novo. Fiquei muito feliz por ter achado o livro, embora a biblioteca fosse enorme, e eu ainda teria que andar muito...

[EN] Could induce a dream, but it was not lucid. I dreamed I was in Long Library, a place of the game Castlevania: Sympony of the Night. I went to get some books, but they were completely empty. There was only the cover of them, and no pages. I walked a lot, and I found a copy of Brisingr, divided into two parts, hardbound. Was still inside the plastic, which meant it was new. I was very happy to have found this book, although the library was huge, and I still had to walk a lot ...

Just got up from this one...

House shopping, with friends, deal fell through in my apartment or some such. At some kid's house, selling cages for lizards, along with the lizards. It feels like freshman year again, for a moment. This house is a mess, but we'll buy it and fix it ourselves, it's so cheap. Outside the kid's father is building a massive sculpture out of metal, beer and soda cans.

Mom and this guy are talking on the porch, and the yard's muddy and our three dogs are outside going to the bathroom. I can see my little sister in the sun room, and the house is looking more and more like my parent's house. I take a second to reflect upon all this, the end of summer, the dogs... Wait. Two of those dogs are dead in real life. And I last woke up at 6:30. I reality check (not that I needed it by then) to confirm I'm dreaming. My sister wants to join me, but I still don't see the point of bringing people I know in real life with me on my escapades. I tell her to stay and draw, because things are about to get strange.

The sky deepens to a rolling grey, and the backyard curves and stretches, bending upward such that I can see the forest slope into expansive, pristine wooded valleys. 'Bout 70% conifers. So I fly, and it's easier than ever. I push myself off the ground and pull myself higher. I'm not focused at all on the tactile of the flight, but on the unbelievable control I have, in these three dimensions. I take one last look at my house, with its muddy yard and mangled dead tree, my mother, my sister avidly sketching, and then I look forward, and ascend even higher, farther, until they're gone and I'm somewhere completely new. I want to know how high I can fly. I want to know if the scenery will remain realistic. I ascend to the edge of the atmosphere, deep, blue, glowing, curved. Then I dive, using the dive's momentum I level out with intense speed. Parallel flight, I reach a city. It's like my college town in that I feel welcome, among people who share similar values, but the people here are more willing to show how developed they are. There are no roads here. The clouds are dusty and cumulus now, golden-brown against a backdrop of glowing grey. I want to reach them, so I spire climb. I grab onto apartment buildings with my eyes, and fling myself around and past them (like a satellite breaking orbit), grabbing onto the next highest, and the next, building speed and confidence. Eventually I reach a clock tower, the highest building. I'm at the top, admiring the view, and a man grabs my ankle. He's on The Drug, can't leave The Drug, but is fine on The Drug and has a good honest job (he loathes) which pays for The Drug. I'm dreaming, so what will it do to me? I take a pill, yellow and blue, from this young blond, and feel the weight of my body. The scene becomes metallic, and there are people after us now, people belonging to this new place rather than the one I flew through. We must run, but I'm not sure if I'll take him with me. He won't move on his own.

Construction noises goddommot.

But I found a new method which I shall try, discovered by MasterMind from Sweden.

Writing a journal of your WAKING life, just before bed. I'm lazy, and a noisy typist, so I'll just go over the day in great detail in my head.

Hope it works

(Let it be known that filling out a daily dream journal entry is starting to become a chore for me.)

First one is more of a fragment. I go to my school (Once again, my school is NEVER as it is in real life in my dreams. Hell, the dream schools don't even have consistency.) to check on something, or get something, or something. Anyways, I'm going back out to my car to go home, when I pass through my English classroom to leave. (For some reason, it's always my English class featured in dreams...) I notice that all the students and the teachers are there. I continue towards the exit, when I look at the clock. From what I remember, the clock said six, but that seemed like a perfectly normal time for the students to be in class. I "surprisingly" asked what time it was, then coughed audibly on purpose as I left the class, to make them think I was sick.

As I was walking outside later, I realize class shouldn't even be in session right now. Instead of going lucid, however, I simply buffawed at all the over-achievers.

(Something very memorable: The class had a very high roof.)

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Second one is in the auditorium. We're having some Spanish-language presentation, for some reason. The lady is almost done with her first song (Or is it a man? I can't tell.) She moves on to the second song... Or story... Or whatever.

I basically doze off, since I don't fucking speak Spanish, so it's pretty boring for me. I wake up at the end of the song, and find that all the Mexicans (Who, for some reason, were all sitting on the left half of the room) had turned white. Like, actual the color white. I thought there was a joke that I didn't get, and they all laughed so hard they turned white. But then I noticed they had all put on white clothes and painted their faces white.

I noticed that a number of other people had put on yellow clothes and painted themselves yellow. It made sense to me that all the Spanish speaking people made themselves white due to some command from the presenter, and all the non-Spanish speakers had to dress in yellow. The dude (Mexican) sitting next to me pulled me up by a yellow string around my neck. I thought it was some sort of symbolic strangling, or the like.

Anyways, that dies down after a while, even though I'm afraid I've offended people. I actually thought part of it was in English and I had simply missed out on parts while I was sleeping.

However, one of my old friends from school, M, talks to another, A, and comments on how the entire thing was in Spanish and she couldn't understand a word.

Another "A" friend is wearing a silk shirt which has down the middle button un-buttoned. Now, this A friend was always a little chubby, so it's kind of disturbing to see, especially considering he has chest hair in this dream. So I tell him to button it at least one more up. He does so, but, as he warned me, it looks even worse somehow.

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I vaguely recall something about super-heros.