Date unsure, before or around 2002. One of the longest and most detailed dreams I have ever had. My name is Marion and I am antarcticologist. It's night-time and with my friends François and Elodie* aboard our ship, I am en route to the South Pole. We "park" near the ice cap, and François and I take to measure the thickness of the ice cap while Elodie, hands in her pockets, is observing us from far away. The ice cap is 3 metres (10 ft) thick. We then decide to go back to the closest harbour: Cape Town in South Africa (we can already see the lights from Antarctica). Once in Cape Town, we must navigate between the wharves to find a place to park our ship. When it is done, I stroll a little in the docks. There are stacks of wooden boxes everywhere, on which you can climb like on a mountain. While I am having my little walk, I see a young man** hiding in one of the empty boxes, the side of which is missing. People are looking for him, calling him a thief. He hasn't seen me and, feeling some sort of sympathy towards him, I do not denounce him. Later, my dog and my cat*** go to the hotel to prepare the rooms we had booked. (yes, they can talk). When my friends and I join them, the hotel manager gives us a tour of the hotel. It is built on the side of a valley, near what looks like a big lake, and it also is a camp park. But there is not pitch whose number is under 26, because all these pitches were flooded when a dam broke, and the valley has been flooded since then: there was no lake before. There is also a football field (soccer, for you Americans), which is half flooded too (it is not plane). We are told that 10 years ago, a child tragically drowned there. Back inside the hotel. While walking in the corridor, I see a door which is ajar. Inside, the thief is negotiating with a babushka for an expensive object. When the deal is done, I see the old lady putting her money in her shoes' heels. It is a very well known technique among thieves (although I have no idea of how I know that). The thief sees me and kind of wink at me, and I wonder if he may have seen me the first time. Then I go back to the football pitch and I have a flash-back of the little boy's death. There was a match between two children's teams on the pitch, although half of it was under water. In the "deep end", there was up to one metre of water (3ft). After the match, one of the boys, the goal, went looking for the ball, under water**** He knew the ball was on the other side of the fence, so he bent under water, slipped his hand between the (how do you call that ???) lozenges of the fence to pull the ball towards him, and his glove got stuck in the fence, and he drowned. When people realized he was missing, it was too late. Back to present time. I am leaning on the concrete rail with Olivier Atton*****, thinking about this drama. Oliver is positive, it is a murder disguised in accident. How could the football be behind the fence? It was too high for the ball to get there. Another flashback of my own childhood : I was on a train stopped in the middle of a flooded nowhere. There was water up until the wheels. It was raining. The train was empty, except for me. *who do not really exist. Exceptionally in this dream, original characters have names. **looking like Sidney Bristow's fair haired friend in Alias. ***original characters again. I don't have a dog, and none of my cats can speak anyway **** Yes, I know. But in that world, footballs don't float. (I should have seen it as a dream sign, just like the talking dog and cat, or seeing Cape Town's lights from Antarctica, but I didn't even know about LD at the time) ***** the French name of Captain Tsubasa, a manga football player.
Before 2002. Poulgolo is part of a moor on Quiberon peninsula, in which relatives possessed a small patch of land without any building, just heather and pine trees. In this dream my grandmother gave me a guided tour of the property, the biggest part of which I didn't know. Other members of my family, such as my younger cousin Joss, my uncle Pivy, were also there. There was actually a cloister on the property, or a half-cloister (only two "walls"), turned North-West. The rays of the setting sun enlightens the place through the pillars. On the East side of the cloister is a huge room with only three walls (the South side is open), without any window or light, so that seen from the entrance, it looks empty. In fact when you progress into it, you can see that the wall on the other side is not finished, there is a 60 cm (2 ft) opening between it and the ground, on all the length, hidden in darkness. We all get into it, using church candles to give us light. Behind the wall, the room is a really huge amphitheatre (or a giant stairway?) going down earth's depths. We walk down for several minutes. It is very wet, there are puddles and moss grows, so it is very slippery. We can't really see the walls on either side. We finally reach the bottom, where there isn't anything particular, just a big stone wall. We go back up the "stairs". My grandmother gives me the cloister and its secret amphitheatre. I cannot really interpret this. Someone give me something that was kept secret, so it must be of some value, but in the end it is a dead end. A regular pattern in my dreams : I discover that a place I thought I knew was in fact much bigger, with underground levels or hidden passageways. In my list of dreams, this features is joined with the criteria "something is not what it looks like". Another systematic feature: the orientation. In my dreams there's always a North, East... (and so on). Geographically speaking, it is most of the time very coherent, to the point that I can draw maps of the locations. Another common feature : religious locations. Many dreams occur in churches, monasteries or religious looking-buildings, even when there is no religious "action". It is worth mentioning since I am the most obtuse atheist. Is my unconscious calling for more religion in my life? Or should I say "was it", since I less frequently dream of such places these days?
There is an indent in the floor of the room, filled with water. I noticed there are colorful stones there. One of them is a big, purple one, and it easily brakes into peaces, revealing a deep purple tone inside. It looks something like this, but a bit of a shade darker. Somehow I think it wasn't amethyst. I'm going to go and search for it tomorrow at the crystal shop. I'll report if I find anything.
I am in an amusement park which I assume is "World's Of Fun", a local amusement park I had recently visited. It is flooded about waist high with water and anyone who tries to speak cannot speak. I am alone, wading through the water with numerous other people I don't recognize. I walk in to what is the "Orient" section of the park and recognize my best friend who is freaking out. We make the motions of speaking to eachother but it is silent. We then walk under a bridge and go on a ride called the "Finnish Fling", which is kind of like a swinging boat. The only relative thing I could think of was that it has been raining heavily for the past few days.
NOTES in the Temple I become the temple I fly to earth and battle world monuments, the pyramids, eiffel tower, great wall, statue of liberty, mt. rushmore *** Mosh on the moon, face frozen in a trance WAKE UP! DUDE! I attack the hypnotist, and rip his brain out he laughs and says he doesn't need it Raven, Tigress, appear... other people too we follow the thread to the puppetmaster it's the Reptilian he says he is the Father of the Templars Naga MoSh appears he has a gold and silver crown on his head they do battle everything explodes into particles The Atom helps me make sense of everything a dark orb appears calling itself The Ancient Sun it says all destruction and evil emanate from it I laugh in its face it says it's the father of Solaris, his impudent son He tells us this long weird story about the Solar System he used to have the dream explodes, and I am dreaming many dreams at once
My deteriorating recall and overall haziness in my dreams has been frustrating, so since im too lazy to write things down in the middle of the night ive decided to record details on my phone then type them out here. Wish me luck! June 16 2010 I was walking through my school, I assume I was going to class or maybe leaving. Regardless, I was walking down the hall with a door at the end of it a turn at my left. The principal came over the PA and announced that standardized testing has begun, and he was going to lock down the school. Once he said this a large metal things slid over the doors preventing us from getting out. All of the students, myself included, began to run through the halls looking for a door that hasnt been sealed, I found one that wasnt quite closed but it was too low so i decided against it and eventually found one open and got out. Once I was out I felt the need to find my friend Zac, I was in the front of the school and walked around until I found my friend Dylan and Alex. I found it odd that Alex was there since he had been gone all summer(lolwut?). I got up to them and I think I asked where Zac was. Alex had two barely burning cigarettes in his hand and eventually flicked both of them at me down my shirt after some dialogue I cant recall. It was in jest so I didnt think much of it. From there that dream ends and skips to a part where me and Dylan are in this weird pool thing, the water is just above our knees and grass coming up to our chests. I dont really remember what we were doing in there but there were others in there too. After we were done everyone in the pool saw Dylans odd yellow one peice that and we all laughed and made fun of him. I was in the autatoriam for some sort of graduation thing. A teacher went up on stage and started to make a speech about religion, if we had accepted Christ or not. Some body started to heckle her, and I began to do the same. I started shouting, "SHUT UP, THIS IS BULLSHIT!" as I rushed the stage and took the mic from her. From there I made a speech about how the school system is bull shit and how organized religion is killing our world. Some of the things I can remember saying. "If you want to take it upon yourself to take that spiritual journey, eat those mushrooms, smoke that DMT, take that spiritual journey for yourself go for it, i have no problem with that. But if you are going to mindlessly cling to organized religion, a clusterfuck of organizations that have fucked over our world kill yourself.(Cheers) As everyone was leaving I said, "Go forever in love and peace!"
04.05.201086: 5.4.10; 9:56AM Part 1: A Skylit Drive T-shirts. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I am inside my local Hot Topic and there are tons of A Skylit Drive shirts in stock. I search for one that I like, but all of them have designs that don't interest me, and are all purple on black. I pick out one that's mostly black, but I don't get a chance to see the design before I wake up.
02.05.201085: 5.2.10; 12:05PM Part 2: Mental Institution in the Old West. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm out at a Burger King with a friend who works at McDonald's, so we decide to make a scene and run off. I wind up back at my mom's house and see Sarah leaving, and I start looking around the house and leaving some items in hidden places that I'd removed from the premises earlier. The dream transitions again and I'm in what appears to be a mental institution combined with a hospital, and I'm talking with a woman who is very thankful for my kindness and for talking with her. I walk down the long room and through the doorway when I hear her ask, "Who are you?" I turn back and after a moment's thought, reply, "I'm just trying to help everyone." In the next room I discover, and one of the mentally unstable patients is out in the street below (this dream takes place on the second floor, and the town is looking every bit like an old Western town, by the way) with a shield and sword, and apparently requested a fight with me. Others in the room aim their rifles toward the window to shoot down at him, but I tell them to lower their weapons, that I'd fight him myself. I wake up before the fight starts.
02.05.201085: 5.2.10; 10:25AM Part 1: Beaten with a Flamethrower! (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside a game like Socom 3, my adversaries being humans and some interesting blue and black armoured monsters. I have difficulty killing the humans because no matter how many rounds I pump into their heads, they don't die. I pull out a flamethrower-like weapon and burn some monsters to death, then flip the gun around and begin beating another monster to the ground, stepping on his tail to prevent him from escaping or moving.
01.05.201084: 5.1.10; 10:45AM Matt Tuck's Credit Card. (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I am hanging out with Matt Tuck from Bullet For My Valentine. He's working on what appears to be homework, and sets his credit card down on the table while he works. I clearly see the numbers and consider taking them down, but I decide against it, not wanting to be malicious toward him. He asks me to help him with a worksheet of finding parallelograms, and I wake up thereafter.
I work on my lucid goals and try to ignore my interfering parents. I'm wandering through a house, and I stop at a piano. There's sheet music open, and it looks interesting, so I sit down and start to play it. I play the song through entirely, and listen to the notes hum and fade away as the song ends. Then I start from the beginning, trying to memorize it. Still in the house, which I think might belong to a relative. My dad stops me and asks for my help with something, but something feels off. I realize that I'm dreaming and take in my surroundings, surprised by how stable the dream is, and how real everything looks. My dad still wants help, but I tell him that I can't get caught up in the dream-plot. It was hard to tell, I say to my mom, that this was a dream. Our surroundings have been very stable, and the only part of the house that's changed has been the twin beds that appeared in the living room. I try to remember my dream goals. Right, I wanted to open a portal. I stretch out my hand and will a circle to form, growing outward from the spot where my hand is. I start to see blue rings form, but the dream fades. I see title credits. That's it: a black background with words on it. I don't even have a body, though I'm still lucid. My entire awareness is focused within this little black box I've made for myself. Frustrated, I post the journal entry on the forums, in my old DJ thread. The Cusp (who I don't think I've ever interacted with) makes a few suffestions. He says that if portals don't work for me, I shouldn't force it, and should try another method. Scare Factor: 2.
Updated 06-17-2010 at 10:17 PM by 31096
With my DCs on a probationary driving period, it's up to me to play chauffeur. Also, black cats and an upcoming apocalypse. I'm watching a horror movie unfurl through its main character. In this dream, I'm a lonely, middle-aged man who lives in a run-down apartment in the north end of Halifax. I'm taking out the garbage, first thing in the morning, reflecting on the fact that I actually feel happy, for once. I just spent the night with a woman who I really like, and it looks as if the relationship might last. I feel my heart sink when I step outside. The alley is swarming with black cats. I can communicate with a few of them, and they have nothing but bad news about the supernatural elements moving around town. And that's all I remember. *** I'm standing on a rooftop in downtown Halifax, chatting with some of the people who are starting school this year. We talk about the dilapidated, ugly buildings that are most of the school buildings. I say that I actually like them; they're fun to take photographs of. Some of the buildings, I'm pretty sure I explored in previous dreams. One of them is practically abandoned, and you can scavenge a lot of material from the place, if you're looking for it. I offer a girl a ride home, and we drive through (rather confusing) one ways without much incident. The roads are practically empty. Our path continues into a parking garage and up a flight of steps, and I have to shake my head at the absurdity. I reverse, and pull back onto the road. Then I start wondering about the unisex bathrooms in the building, and how great it would be if they were everywhere. *** I'm at the Ixburg swimming pool, swimming away. We have to vacate the pool, though, to make room for the shrimp. Oh, now there's piles of pineapple and shrimp in the pool. I pick up one of the shrimp and eat it raw, not finding anything strange about this, even though I'm a vegetarian. One of my friends looks at me in horror. I wander over to talk to the Corrupt Corporate Executive by the lifeguard station, a woman who is obviously planning something evil. I ask her what's going on, and she candidly tells me that they're trying to bring about the apocalypse. "Oh, well," I say, rolling my eyes. "That's all right, then." She explains that there's actually eight or nine horsemen of the apocalypse, and how the devil, as our culture knows him, is actually one of them. She gestures at a guy with bright red skin and a scraggly beard, with insects crawling all over him. "Is that pestilence?" I ask, looking over at him. "No, that's the devil." "That's not Lucifer." I say incredulously. The woman explains that there are several entities in the known universe who have collectively been referred to as "the devil". The mythology just has us all mixed up. "So, if I decide to kill you all, I won't be inadvertently committing suicide?" "Not at all," the woman replies with a smile. "Okay..." I say awkwardly. "Good to know." Scare Factor: 3.
Updated 06-17-2010 at 10:18 PM by 31096
It's hard to guage the times this morning, because I woke up alot over the course of the night. 10:30am FA. I woke up, and checked my watch. I somehow slept in until 2pm! At first, I was upset, because I wanted to reset myself back to days (even if I have to switch yet again on Saturday). I vaguely thought, "No, that can't be right." I woke up for real and saw that it was 10:30am. One day, I might learn to use a FA to my advantage 10:30a-10:45a Hannah and Rudy, sitting in a tree... I was hanging out with Hannah. She was telling me there's someone she likes. She pointed out this guy who was an albino (and had slightly reddish eyes). I had a false memory tell me that was Policeman-Rudy. My brain was confused. Rudy doesn't look like that! [Field of WTF] I'm observing Rudy and his partner in a field. It was snowy (and presumably cold, but I don't ever feel things in my dreams) They were checking up on people. They passed this one homeless guy who was huddled down and sleeping. Rudy told his partner to get the guy a blanket. They kept going, and saw these two guys who were just generally looking like they were up to no good. The one cop started cuffing the one guy and Rudy was about to cuff the other. The second cuffee made a bird-like cawing sound. I looked off into the distance and saw this bird swoop in. It was a large and very exotic bird. It came down to eye level with me and hovered, beating its wings. We stared at each other, and I reached out slowly and pet its underbelly. It was okay with that. I saw the cuffee use the distraction to attempt a getaway. I seemed to be the only person to see it. Do I chase and tackle him? I'm a bit confused at what happened, but it ended up not playing out. There were a group of people around now, looking at this bird. I said, "I pet it, and it didn't try to bite me, not like this dog is doing." I suddenly had this gnawing puppy on my finger. I dangled him in the air, and asked, "What kind of dog is this?" Aidan (where did he come from?) told me what breed it was. Tamika (where did SHE come from?!!) then asks me for the time. I pulled my turtle necklace out and she told me it doesn't have a clock on it. I said I didn't know what time it was... Some Fragments Staff Meeting I was in a classroom, late for a staff meeting. It seemed like everyone had gotten these scratch tickets and pick 3 numbers, and I missed out on getting some. I asked Kirby about it, and at first, he thought I was suspiciously trying to get an edge up, but I said I just got here. This woman came 'round with a tray. She said I could have 1 of each scratch ticket and a chocolate bar. Affairs I don't remember much about this, other than recognizing that people were kissing others that weren't their partners. 80's yoga I encountered some women doing yoga poses in horrendous looking 80's spandex workout outfits. Should I re-dye my hair? I was looking in a mirror and wondered if, when I get my roots touched up, should I refresh the entire colour? My hair looked fine, but I noticed the red was looking a little brassy. I looked in another mirror and saw that the red was completely gone, and I was left with this horrible orangey-blond hair (dream sign = colour-changing hair).
Updated 06-24-2010 at 07:41 PM by 28724
V and I are attending a movie, a biology documentary about wetland habitats. The screen is huge and very high-definition; underwater photography, alligators, and birds are all shown in stunning detail. After watching for a while, we move closer and closer, and finally close to kiss. The ensuing makeout is full of energy and passion, and I vividly feel both tongues writhing. There's so much energy, in fact, that she knocks out the filling from my front tooth. Its texture, hard and ugly, now enters the dream, and my brain pulls me out presumably to avoid that feeling. I wake up (IRL, not a false awakening, thanks to RCs and my own dream journal), but when I go back to bed the dream has continued with a shift of scenes. We're now in the bathroom of the movie theatre, preparing to have sex. I try to hurry up and begin to piss... and I keep pissing. I notice, too late, that the urinal I chose has someone's shit blocking the drain, and soon the water starts to overflow. I have no choice but to continue, but as V knocks on the door to check on me the urinal breaks out of the ground! Water, piss, and shit start flowing everywhere, and she steps in the refuse with her heavy boots. The mood is, to say the least, ruined. I stumble out of the toilet trying to clean myself up and salvage the night, but another student from the research station, S, is crying to herself and washing glassware in the sink. I have no peace and wake up very frustrated.
1. It's nighttime. I'm sitting around drinking something with a friend, when suddenly I start to feel pretty bad. The dreamview switches to a close-up of my digestive tract, which shows itself to be swollen and red and close to exploding. This continues for an uncomfortable time, showing different organs, when the view suddenly goes third-person. My body explodes, splattering blood on the dream "camera" and causing an elderly couple to comment on my rudeness. 2. My brother, my roommate, and I are chasing the girls who live at my research station around the halls. Eventually they start to fight back, and I do parkour down the (IRL nonexistent) basement stairwell to hide from them.
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