Serenity's Silver Millennium

Decided to only go with 1.5hrs of sleep this morning. Partly out of stupidity, but maybe the REM re-bound will be awesome later for DEILD attempts, who knows?

So, what was interesting was to see just what the first 90 minute phase of sleep (thus, the first REM phase) was like, because I often don't recall it at all.

There wasn't any kind of substantial dream. It was really hazy/misty. I'm not sure if it's because my BF wouldn't leave me alone while I tried to sleep (you can take that for what you will! ), and thus I wasn't sleeping as deeply as I could have been...

I fell asleep thinking about the Beatles, so my hazy dream was basically an image of the Beatles. It was trying to take on a life of its own, but that part definitely couldn't because of boyfriend sabotage.

Darren's Message
I was in a park, with Darren. He was conducting a small orchestra. He tells me when I hear [something], it’s a message from him. I can’t remember WTF that something was, but it had to do with the song he was playing.

Craft time with Darren
I was chatting with Darren while we were doing some kind of crafts project. Notably, when he's come in dreams in the past, he's usually just imparting some kind of fatherly advice to me, but this time was the first time we chatted freely about things. I remember saying something about how he gets to see how much I suck at crafts. He mentioned something about being Canadian (in hindsight, I should have smacked him for that!). Instead, I told him that going way back through my heritage, I'm also Scottish, just like he would be. Overall, we were having a good laugh and I felt really relaxed and happy. The ribbon I was working with fell apart into about 50 different ribbons. Darren had to help me tie it all back together.

NON-DREAM DREAM DREAM COMMENTS DREAM SIGNS

A Birthday Visit (Non-lucid)

I was sitting on a bench in a busy area (there were a lot of people around. There were white floors, white walls. Felt like a train station or an airport or something. It was a very big area!), talking with Darren (yayyy, I haven't seen him in forever!). We were going along a list of things, comparing them for similarities. It had to do with dreams and thoughts. Like I would say, "Do you remember dreaming about this?" or "Do you remember thinking this?"

When I was done, Darren asked me what the comparisons meant. I put my forehead against his and said, "It means, we haven't managed to share a dream yet; but I think I've somehow managed to tap into your subconscious."

"Hmm!" Darren replied, sounding sort of surprised and intrigued.

09.02.2010

Murder Mystery (DEILD)

(This plot is pretty similar to "The Lovely Bones" which I finished reading about a week ago). This dream was really long, lasting from about 6:30am until noon, when I finally woke up. I don't remember every single scene as a result. I just recall there were many instances where the killer was just lurking around in scenes. There was this omniscient part of me that knew who the killed was, but I was also myself, first person; a character in my dream that had no idea who the killer was. The killer was an old guy who was generally kind of creey. A girl named Sarah had been killed. We didn't know where her body was, or who her killer was, so as a community, we were trying to figure it out.

I was on a train with my friend (just a city transit train, a light rail one). It was crowded and we were standing. The killer (who I "knew" and didn't know it was him) put his hand on my friend's shoulder, and started creeping downwards towards her breast. She somehow didn't notice, so I grabbed his hand and removed it from her and told him he was disgusting. We left the train.

The whole community was outside, eating lunch at picnic tables. It felt like we were a apart of some 1970's reenactments. I sat down at a table with two adults who were eating with 4 kids. The two adults turned out to be actors who were identical to Darren and L. I asked them a question and addressed them as "Fake Darren" and "Fake L."

It was after this scene that I woke up around 10am-ish. I was ready to wake up after the weekend of crappy dreaming so I tried to chain back in. It worked, but I wasn't immediately lucid.

We had found Sarah's body, in a lake. The water was freezing cold. She had been drowned, and she also had a stick impaled in her left shoulder (almost looked like a broom handled). I thought I felt a heart beat when I placed my hand on her chest, and she still felt warm for some reason. I screamed at someone to call 911, maybe she could still be saved. A DC with me kind of laughed and said I was wrong. The heart beat I felt was hers. Sarah is most definitely dead. I had an "Oh... Wow that was odd..." Moment and said that someone should still call 911, to retrieve her body.

This next part is semi-lucid. It feels more like a daydream, and yet stronger than that. I knew it was a dream and could control the plot like a daydream. Yet it was still a dream, because it introduced something I didn't control... it was weird. Anyways, read on.

This time, I was L, first person. Our daughter was playing outside by herself. Because the murder was still out there, I felt one of us should be out there with her. I had a bad feeling about her being alone out there, so I asked Darren to go out there. I had this daydream within my dream about Darren going out there, encountering the guy with our daughter, and punching him out. I ran out to the backyard, and sure enough, Darren did encounter the creepy old murder. However, he picked up our daughter and only told the guy off. I thought to myself, "Hmm, he was supposed to punch him."

Things got shaky and went black, but I could still hear voices. Darren was reading a letter from a girl named Jaime, asking us to make sure her our daughter was doing okay. I thought to myself, "Who in the heck is Jaime?" My dream supplied that Jaime was our daughter's older sister.

I woke up and was still thinking that. Jaime was the daughter's older sister. Actually, Jaime is my friend Vicky's older half-sister, so that was quite odd that she ended up being mentioned at the end of my dream...

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Jules, myself and 1 or 2 others from my old broadcasting course were in this banquet hall. There were few tables, maybe 6 that only sat about 4 people side by side. Each were nicely decorated with white china, polished silver serving dishes and 3 elaborate flower arrangements for the centre pieces (3 per table). At the front of the room, there was a one-person table, similarly decorated, but it was next to a podium for a presentation. There was a projector screen as well.

Some servers were laying out things that looked like fancy ping pong paddles, each were white and decorated with flowers. Jules told us it was for if we needed something from the server, you hold up a paddle.

He said that despite the lavishness, we were all here to learn something, so have our notebooks ready. But he seemed mischievous about something.

As people started coming in, more people from my radio class started showing up. Jules was dismayed, because he hadn't meant for everyone to be invited, but it filled up the seats, and they didn't appear to be taking someone else's reserved seat, so Jules commented it was probably better that we filled the hall.

At that moment, Darren came out, and I nearly died, because it was someone I "knew." He sat down at the front table. He was hosting our lunch! He thanked us all for coming. Two other DC's (closer to my age) were giving a presentation on something as we ate, but I wasn't paying attention. I was staring at Darren.

At a break between the meal and dessert, he invited everyone to the front for questions and autographs. It was crowded at first, so I hung back. One of the DC's approached me, and started to tell me something, and the dream crumbled.

I remember thinking, "Oh, that's just fantastic, you stupid DC! You had to ruin my dream!" I chained back in. I knew it was a dream, but I didn't have a ton of control. Not that I wanted it. I just wanted to spend time with dream-Darren.

I was back in the room, but the crowd had cleared out from around Darren. I was flipping through the notebook I brought, looking for a suitable page to autograph, and they were all scribbled on with what looked like notes from work.

I found a page that didn't look so horrible and approached him. I asked him if he was still signing, and he gave me a genuinely warm smile and said of course. I wanted to tell him so many things, but I thought it would sound like gushing, so I stood there and smiled at him. He said something to me about always work hard at what I do. Hard work is what gets you places. I told him I would do my very best and sat down. I said to him, "Thank you, Darren." He smiled at me.

Dream broke, and I actually managed to chain it again.

Everyone was gathering up their things to leave. I wanted to say something to him, I wasn't sure what yet. Someone else was talking to him and was taking longer than a second, so I sat back down at my seat and laid my head down (I was feeling sleepy). I could notably see the backs of my eyelids, just the way they look in real life, when I close my eyes in a lit room. I raised my head again and he was free again. I got up and lost my balance (I almost fell backwards). Darren kind of laughed and I said, "Whoops! Inertia or something!" I was going to shake his hand, but he motioned me in for a hug. He whispered in my ear, "I remember you." I was stunned. He didn't let go of me for about 30 seconds. When we parted, he said something else, but I can't remember what it was.

Dream ended again. I chained again.

I wasn't in the banquet room anymore. I was on the 3rd floor of my building, looking at the wooden horse statue. The elevator dinged, and my neighbour, who is a bonafide medium (well, she has me convinced anyways. She's the one who confirmed who my guide spirit is) got off it. I recalled that she hasn't been in a dream of mine for a while. I was kind of flustered and told her I'd been doing some dream-chaining, I wanted to tell her about Darren. She looked confused, but didn't get to say anything, because the dream ended.

I didn't chain again at this point, it was already 10:15 in the morning!

Took 3mcgs of melatonin at 8am. Went to bed at 9:30. I woke up around 1:30p to use the washroom and tried to focus on a goal to fall back to sleep with. Parents and boyfriend were making the ceiling creek above my head, which was causing me to stay awake. I'm beginning to wonder if I can't think about anything at all while I'm trying to fall back to sleep while I'm on melatonin. Two days now, I have only managed to fall back to sleep by doing some quiet-mind meditation.

Recall kind of blows today
Mostly just random scenes fused together. No plots. I didn't make any notes, so I'll just write what I can.

#1
I was standing at a train platform at night. This shady-looking guy with his hoodie pulled down low over his eyes comes onto the platform. The dream flashes and I'm sitting at my computer reading Raven's DJ. She wrote that she was attacking the guy, when I entered. She wrote that I transformed into Sailor Moon, but ultimately got deafeated because I got a little too cocky in my dream control skills (aren't as good as I thought they were, I guess!).

#2
On a train platform again. Things are not as they seem and keep turning/morphing into other things.

#3
A woman is blowing out car tires with a gun. She runs away. I'm a police officer, with my gun drawn, pursuing her.

That's all I got