Sithis's Dream Archives

Sometimes in the morning I just lay there and have fragmented sleep. It occurred to me this morning that it was a perfect time to try to lucid, so I did.

I had a dream where I was with my mom and we were in some extraordinarily beautiful vacation spot. The water was crystal clear, everything was warm but not hot, the sun was shining and everything was just breathtaking. She got on a floaty and I had a ton of trouble getting back on the boat. The dream was very short.

When I woke up, I decided to MILD. I thought of being back there, and then how I'd get back on the boat and go inside the cabin to summon a girl I've been trying to have lucid sex with for weeks.

When I fell asleep, I was in a very large office sort of place, but that doesn't really describe it. I can see it clearly but it defies description, although it wasn't very spectacular. I got the sense that I was still awake even though it was a dream, and I was a middle aged woman with my friend. There was a portal in front of me that led to the dream world. I said to her "Wake me up if I don't remember I'm dreaming" and leaped in.

There were sex booths that people could go into and have sex with anyone they desired that I had created. I sort of stumbled around and then she came in and touched me and I realized I was dreaming.

The lucid was very weak. I knew I was dreaming and had total control of my dream, yet I didn't have control of myself. I made a row of the booths with my mind and realized I was losing it. I tried rubbing my hands and said "I want to see my dream guide to help me LOSE lucidity" even though I wanted him to help me stay lucid. I turned around and a very muscular man with blonde chest hair was there. I fell down and woke up.

When I woke up, I kept completely still and kept my eyes closed. I saw the most brilliant HI, with these wonderful flashes of color and images, and then I felt as if my soul was trying to rip out of my body while it was being compressed. I didn't QUITE complete the DEILD, but I got close, and so I'm pretty proud of myself.

I was in New York with Jefferee. I can't remember anything about it, except monstrously high buildings and that we were staying in a fancy hotel.

Next I was at a McDonald's and the bathroom was in a glass room at the front of the store, so that people had to walk through to come in. I really had to poop so I went in and did so, but as I did Sean walked in and was like "Oh! Hi there!" which made me extremely uncomfortable at first and then I didn't care. I finished up and returned back inside where Joey gave me some tickets to a local band. I asked if they were good and he shook his head viciously yes.

We went through another door in the back and were in a supermarket. I don't remember anything about that.

The next dream I remember is me being at a marina. Something happened prior to this, but I can't recall it. I ended up needing to walk across these boats with wooden crates attached to them. They were very hard to navigate. A woman was there with her dog, and the dog began to act up, trying to bite at the ropes or dive underwater. He was very large, the size of a Great Dane but the coat and structure of a Golden Retriever. Eventually I took the reigns and it plunged me underwater.

The water was warm and murky but I could open my eyes and see a limited amount. I hit the bottom very fast, which gave me the impression that it wasn't very deep. I heard a thumping like something running and was very afraid. I was trying to escape but I refused to leave the dog. No matter how much I yanked on his chain though, he was very interested in something just out of sight and wouldn't move. Went I went to investigate, there was a cage with writhing, giant worms, and they were going berserk, slamming off the edges and such. I looked down and there were smaller ones in the mud. I ran managed to get the dog to come with me and made it back onto the flotilla of boats and crates. I wasn't wearing a shirt. I saw the bloodworms, as I dubbed them, writhing in and out of my flesh. They didn't leave any marks, but they'd very quickly come out, make a U and then plunge back in. If you've seen the Princess Mononoke, you get the idea.

I totally freaked out and tried to tear them out, but I couldn't. I started saying "I have a bloodworm infestation man, I can't deal with this, I can't deal with this dude" and the woman who owned the dog told me to lie down. I did and she used a needle to stab them when they'd come out and remove them. She said they were like a something, that they had millions of eggs left inside of me but they'd never hatch without parents.

I thought to myself, "Great, now I have more holes in my aura and I'll lose energy even faster" before I woke up.

I was a black child and lived in a city. My family was very well-to-do and wealthy, but we lived with a single dad. We were at an alley sort of deal on a street. It's very hard to describe. I remember an inner-city chubby kid (he looked a lot like the "hood rat stuff with my friends" kid) and he was like,

"Dude, you guys are loaded. Can I have some money?"

My dad said, "No, but you can still have all this."

"How?"

"Get a job. Earn money. If you work and earn your money, you can buy anything you want."

Some of the things he said came up in kinetic typography.

The next part melded into this. I was in another hard to describe room. It's hard to describe because it was illogical. It was something like a penthouse suite, but with a couch sat on a floor-pad elevator. There was a really pretty girl there, and it was implied that I should sleep with her, but she was hesitant about the idea. I sat down with her and told her we didn't have to, and it was her choice. The floor started to move down and that's all I remember, but I do know we didn't have sex. We fell in love instead.

My recall has been terrible lately. I can feel the hole from where at least an hour of stuff before and after this happened.

Fragments for the first dream. I was on the phone with my friend Chason for the majority of the dream. Every time I would try to go, he would keep me there. It felt like the conversation lasted hours. My mom was on the computer. I finally hung up on him and felt very peaceful.

Next I was downstairs when I noticed a lot of police activity outside. I went to the window and saw they were all going to the house next door. There was a single female cop standing outside. There were some dogs from a K9 unit around.

I answered my door and there was one of my neighbor's and a cop. I knew him from town. I can't remember what he explained to me, except it was something about drugs, and then he asked if he could look around my house. I said "I'm sorry, officer. I know you're just doing your job, but I don't consent to searches unless you have a warrant." He said okay, a little disappointed.

He said, "Well we've just been hit can you give us your fingerprints with this kit?"

I replied, "No officer, not unless required by law. He's my neighbor and I've been in his house. I could have accidentally touched something incriminating." He smiled very broadly and so did I, as if this was incredibly funny, then he left.

I went to my neighbor's house. When the mother opened the door, she looked very old and sick. She asked me something and then closed the door, which was actually a very large shower curtain, and I saw her kids go upstairs looking tired. I began explaining to her as she shut the curtain how to deal with the police, what her rights were and weren't. She was like "You be my kid now?" because apparently people in my dreams lack basic English skills. She was very happy. I told her a few things she should do as she went to her car. An old man wheeled towards her, complaining about it. My mom also complained that I had told her how to keep herself safe from police inquiry. I think this is all related to my disgust of people decrying the London riots.

I was at the house of an ex-girlfriend. In the dream, we were dating. Her house wasn't somewhere familiar to me. We were cuddling and talking. She was wearing a shirt and that was about it, so I was worried about getting caught. I heard a thump and got all freaked out. She tried to hold me there and tell me I was imagining things. I ran to the window after breaking free and saw a black SUV in the driveway. I went back and told her.

The room upstairs transformed into a basement room. She told me that it was her brother and he wouldn't come in her room. She opened the door to talk to him and I dived on top of a table, where I thought I'd be safe. She said "Um...I'm not dressed, so..." to which he replied "So?" and marched in anyway. He stood at the doorway and just barely saw me. She was like "Can you see it?" He said "Yup." She begged him not to tell their mother. He then gave me a speech to try to intimidate me.

Things are hazy until she gets a call that she has to go somewhere with some friends and her mother has found out about us. I'm upset about this and don't want her to leave since my phone is dead and I can't text her, and I don't know when I'll see her again. A car drives by and the driver is a friend of the mother. She looks through and sees me. I'm afraid.

I run outside and around the back while my girlfriend goes out the front. She runs to the car and flags it down after saying "Wait, tennis!" Apparently that was where they were going. I come to a clearing by a big electrical station in my town and there's a gathering of people. It's drizzly and wet. Will has two bikes, so I take one and start to ride it. I have trouble getting on and keeping control of it at first, and then I manage to ride to my house. As I approach, I realize I left my leather jacket which holds EVERYTHING I have somewhere else. I turn around to look for it.

I'm back in my girlfriend's house, and it's nighttime. I've essentially broken in. I'm listening to her mother talk to herself like a soliloquy. She's talking about a man named Mark, and how he's her true love, and she wants to remarry him. She says she's glad he "did what [he] did". I hear her say "It's time" and then says it was a huge secret that nobody knew. It was now undoubted that I was extremely screwed if I got caught.

She said she was going to do some dishes that had been piling up since New Years. She walked around the house and just barely missed seeing me, but then caught me. I said "You're going to be mad, especially because it's me, but please here me out." She actually laughed. I told her it reminded me of my mother the way we were talking. As I explained to her, I woke up.

August 9th, 2011

First lucid in a few days! I just woke up from it and I'm going to try to go back to bed in a minute as I just came off a REM cycle. I went to bed confident after listening to this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ra1iWqQBcp4

As soon as I started dreaming, a dream character, I think a friend of mine in a black leather jacket said "I've got a present. You're dreaming." I looked at my hand and had six fingers, and tried to focus on the details of the world around me to clarify and stabilize, but my vision was a little messed up. Everything got really blurry as I said thank you to him, and he was smiling, and then I was in my room.

I decided to try to spin, and sluggishly turned in bed. I then fell flat on my face. I decided to simply go downstairs, but my mother's snoring as obnoxious. Remembering a thread I'd seen, I said loudly "Silencio!" and thrust my hand at the door. No success. I tried again, and then a third time, but the third time I just willed it to happen. This was MY dream, and she WAS going to shut up. She did.

As I went downstairs, I heard a terrible, terrible shriek. I changed my plans on the spot because, honestly, it sounded like a woman being raped, and I couldn't do anything while that was happening. I ran outside and it was night. There were two little foxes being chased by two shadow creatures. The fox-creatures were screaming. I started throwing fireballs at them by screaming "Exterminado!" and had a 50/50 success rate. When they were all dead, I was teleported away to a kitchen where Oprah and a bunch of other women were staying.

Recall is a bit hazy here, but I remember legitimately making penis jokes. Something about my having pig-like genitalia. That sounds pretty disgusting in real life, but in my dream it was hilarious and they all laughed.

In my dream, I felt and saw my leg move and then was awake, open-eyed, staring at my leg.

In the dream I had after writing this post, I was at my home and the town festival was happening. I don't remember much of that. I was back at my apartment and I was trying to leave. The Weasley twins, who were decked out in body mod and other punk-esque wear, needed to retrieve something. Just before my mom and aunt (recurring dream character now) were trying to drive out when two men accosted the vehicle. It was explained to me that they had been harassing my family, so I got out of the car and went over to them with my cousin.

When the Weasleys went to get whatever it was they needed, I stood on the corner yelling at the two guys who'd run up to the car. Over the course of time, eight more people showed up on their side and were becoming increasingly violent. There was a man standing under a streetlight who I assumed was a bouncer. I tried to get his attention.

"Excuse me! Green hat man!" I shouted, but it took a few tries for him to look my way. I said "Can you do something about this? Call the police or something?"

He refused to see the violent situation unfolding and ignored me.

All the sudden, we all started fighting. I wasn't a godlike master of the fisticuffs, but they were extremely terrible and sloppy, so my cousin and I beat them all. The Weasleys came back, and Fred was smoking, but they didn't have anything new. I wondered why they had left in the first place. Four against ten is still unlikely, but I think if we had the goddamn Weasleys with us, we probably would have cleaned up even faster.

I went inside my apartment, very angry. My mother said something to me that was extremely irritating, and I picked up the dish drainer and threw it at her head. She dodged it but it cut the edge of her neck. She came at me with a little peeling knife and started trying to cut me, screaming at me to never cut her again. Then I woke up.

August 7th, 2011

I have a hard time remembering things from tonight. Things seem a little vague, although I did have four distinct dreams. My sense of time sometimes gets messed up as far as when certain dreams took place. I think first I was home, and my aunt and cousin were here (again). My mom brought home chicken that she was cooking legs that she was cooking on huge racks hidden underneath the kitchen counter. She was eating one and I noticed it had an interesting color. Some of the meat was purple. I said to her "Mom, that meat is still pink" and she said "What? No it isn't." She looked directly at it and kept eating. Feeling grossed out, I went upstairs to see my computer screen at an awkward angle. It said "You've successfully called google" which was confusing. That was the equivalent of a skype call, but I hadn't been on my computer. I walked out and hear Chason say from my speakers "Oh! Sloan's not wearing any pants!" and it was quite true. I was in my underwear, but it wasn't the archetypal dream where I was horribly embarrassed because of it, I was actually somewhat proud of it because he admired my body. I moved my screen and saw my friends all at someone else's house, and for whatever reason, they all began to take their clothes off. I crossed my legs awkwardly to avoid it being apparent that I was somewhat excited at the sight of some of my attractive friends in less than what would be considered appropriate attire for company. I moved away after the clothes came back on, and tried to eat some of the chicken from downstairs. It was okay, and I ate around the undercooked parts, but I just wasn't hungry. My mom stormed in unexpectedly and took all of the uneaten legs.
Next I remember being at a house with Roberta, who I have only met once on Samhain. She introduced me as a member of her coven, which I guess is true. Something happened and I ended up near a car with two other guys looking for someone. It was a misty morning, but it wasn't raining. The grass was just wet and the air had that very velvety wet feel to it. The house sat perched halfway off of a steep hill, not so steep that one would die if they fell, but it would certainly take you for a tumble. Nothing else about the dream is clear, or it may have ended there.
Then I was in the woods, the cross country trails behind the school to be exact, and was sprinting around off the beaten path. I can't remember if I was going somewhere or just being a ninja. I realized shortly before I finished this that it was still tick season and I was likely crawling with them. I went to a nearby pond that was pretty shallow and swam around in it, trying to get the ticks off. I looked back and saw six or seven big ones floating where they had come from my body. Thoroughly grossed out, I got out of the pond.
This next part is connected but separate. I went to Sean's house. He was very highly strung for some reason, almost a stereotypical vampire, ironically. I said "I don't mean this sexually, but can you check my scalp for ticks?" (I very much enjoy having my scalp and hair touched.) He didn't say anything, but pulled me over to him and whipped me around. He started to run his fingers through my hair and kiss my neck, and while I wasn't complaining, I had a fleeting memory of his boyfriend and what kind of drama this would cause if it didn't stop. As if by reading my mind, he stopped and whipped me around, but seemed irritated. This almost seems like passive dream-control I may have been exerting in my attempt to get lucid before bed. He said "This is going to hurt" and made an L shape with his right hand. He slammed it against the right side of my face, then the left side, and then the middle. I was afraid he was going to break my nose, but it only registered as a light slap. I was watching from a third person perspective. When I was back watching things from my own body, I went around his house, but I wasn't doing anything meaningful. Memories of exactly what are faint as this was close to my awakening. I was getting increasingly irritated with things he saying that were so holier-than-thou I was shocked, it wasn't like him. I finally woke up.

I was in my own home, but it was quite larger than it actually is. David was over for some reason and we were on my computer upstairs. A large black man who seemed extremely dull and slow of wit was waddling around doing chores. He was morbidly obese. David went downstairs to play video games. I didn't want to tear his throat out and we were actually talking, so that was my first clue to do a reality check, though I didn't.. I went on Newgrounds, which was a small computer program encasing a forum. There was political stuff there, one tab beginning with an I that meant extremism. There were only three posts there, one called "Hey" and another said "another real teachers?" The computer was in this huge auditorium. I went to the living room, which was dimly lit and I got the impression someone else was watching us. David and I played Oblivion, with his character a modded Scamp that could use a sword, and me using a two-handed claymore. I asked what combat mod he was using, and he said something akin to "the green path" or something. I got him on the stairs which gave me the advantage, and I broke his sword, then decapitated him. Satisfied with my victory, I left. When I got upstairs I went into my mom's room and the black man waddled in with a huge armload of laundry. He put it down and began folding it to put it away. I said "Man, when I heard you coming...I thought you were coming to beat my ass." I have no idea why I said it. He smiled and said "I'm a lot stronger than him (David)" and I felt extremely stupid. I thought that he must have thought I was some annoying, naive, innocent little kid. When I caught a glimpse of myself smiling in a mirror, I just felt more dumb. I went into my room and woke up.
Trying to LD a half hour after, I had a dream I was at the ice cream shop with Maddison and some friends. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. A black cop with a mustache asked about some officers, and we thought was talking to us, but he was talking to another cop. I felt a little anxious about that because I really don't like cops. I talked with someone while Maddison had an animated conversation with Will behind Pierces after.

August 5th, 2011

I was in my aunt's home. I ran away for reasons I can't remember, something about being discovered even though I was allowed to be there. Uncle Phil and Aunt Vivian from the Fresh Prince came home (I had been watching it before I fell asleep to relax), and I had to leave even though I was Will (the cousin, so to speak). I ran out the back door, which led to Taylor's old backyard and seemed like his trailer, and got to the driveway. I failed the first time and everything just started over again. One of the cars was a blue SUV. When I finally got there, it was my aunt's driveway, and I ran around the streets for awhile. At this point I was myself again. It was nighttime. I found a run-down house with a girl outside and made friends with her. I don't recall anything I said or anything we did except for run around her yard.
Next I was at the docks and ginger Josh was there. I was watching him, thinking how creepy he was. I ended up going to the docks for some reason and accidentally getting in a boat with him. I was now a middle-aged man. I was very concerned because he immediately sped away and I didn't want to get raped. His voice changed and he said something that made me trust him. I knew at once he was a secret agent. I said "Meko?" and he said "Yes, Neko." Neko was my codename.
We came to a place where some form of leader was. I had to be searched before I could go in. I was viewing this from a third person perspective. I ended up placing my sleeves together with my hands inside because that was the safest way for them to be sure I wouldn't pull a weapon. As I approached my own vantage point, I woke up.

August 4th, 2011

I had a dream Jessica and my Aunt Val were living somewhere and I wanted to take Smooches there, although I don't remember why. I had planned to stuff her in my backpack and bring her there. They showed up at my house and I went outside instead. Jess opened the door with this big smile. She stole Smooches from my backpack without me noticing and I called her a little rascal.
When I went outside, I saw Kelsea throwing a football against a wall repeatedly. I screamed "Kelsea!" and ran over to hug her, but she didn't seem all that pleased to see me. She said "Oh, hi," and coldly took the hug without returning it. I said "What's wrong?" and she said "Nothing. I DO have to learn to throw, though." She was talking about the military. I told her that it was good to see her and she had a conniption.
She started crying and being angry, not towards me, but about being in the military. I walked with her while she screamed about it, saying it wasn't her fault, and saying that it wasn't even her choice to go.
We ended up walking down the second parking lot here in the apartments where it led to docks. We sat down and I held her while she cried. I felt very strong attraction to her, it may have even been love. I remember her saying "I'm sick of being in pain from my eyes to my toes!"
Then I was a commando sort of thing, and Kelsea was still Kelsea. We were Japanese warriors and she laid down in a bed. Feeling bold, I laid down with her, and she unstrapped her shirt while we cuddled. She had pierced nipples for some reason. I was pretty proud of myself, and it was nice to be laying down next to her. We were worried about a government official or the police seeing us, so every time we'd hear something suspicious, I'd get out of bed. There were two false alarms and one time when a cop did pass, but he looked like a London 1950s cop.
I ended up in the attic of an old house with some other commandos. There was a sense of camaraderie and I knew them all. The one fresh in my mind was a black guy, a pilot, who looked a little bit like the :O guy on that picture.
Next thing I know, someone was attacking the house and town, so I run outside with them and see hordes of people running to this island submarine. It was far too large to actually submerge. People were afraid and nobody knew who exactly was attacking, and I was swept up in the frenzy. All I knew was that I had to get back to Kelsea no matter what. I started swinging this knife I had around and killed several people. Other people were fighting with each other indiscriminately. When I realized what I had done, I stopped fighting but didn't feel guilty or bad at all. I found Kelsea and saw that she was unconscious, so I picked her up and ran much faster than is humanly possible to the sub.
She woke up when we got there, but I had to go fight the enemy that was coming. I got in this elevator that was a platform sinking into the ground, and Kelsea leaned over the edge to watch me go. She was crying. I blew her a kiss, but she looked away as I did and I don't think she saw it.
I don't remember any of the fighting, but I remember being in a base, the basement of the base, trying to call her. I kept getting static. Eventually I got a message "You've reached 655-somethingsomething and a string of evil fishies!" I was very happy. Next we heard on the radio that the ship had been hit and was going under, and a reactor was going to explode.
The crisis would take several hours, but there was no escape for the people onboard for some reason. I remember getting a sense of deja-vu, that I'd done this before (I think I've dreamed it before) but woke up before anything else happened.
Other things I remember:
Kissing her several times, one of them with me disconnecting early and it being awkward
Her lips felt very strange, almost dry but not unpleasant either
I had much stronger feelings for her in my dream than I do in real life

August 3rd, 2011

Awoke in beige room. My skin was on fire, so I said out loud, "I want my skin to stop burning!" and it mostly stopped but still smoldered a bit. I rubbed my face to help me ground myself when I felt a slip. I opened a door into a hallway. There was nothing in there, but I walked through and tried to find things. The walls started bending so I rubbed my face to bring me back.
I wanted to fight something, so I turned a corner and said "Big scary demon!" but nothing came out. A few seconds later I heard some noises and footsteps, and a monster came out. It was a large monster that was also skin colored. I fought it by tearing the pipe from behind a door and fighting him with it. Everything was moving sluggishly, but I was able to will everything to move a bit faster.
Other monsters appeared behind me as I was fighting it, a Black Widow spider with the upper torso of a woman. I was knocked back and a message popped up that said "You are wasting your precious little time!"
Next thing I knew I was in an operating room, but it was barren except for the operating table. There were doctors surrounding the table, all bent over and faceless. This is when I started to lose control. I wanted to try more control and possibly dream sex, so I first thought Maddison, and then switched to Jacob. In the upper right corner of my vision at all times were symbols implying surgical tools I could use, like a video game, although I had no interest in cutting anyone open.
The nondescript humanoid that appeared before me was the size of a very small action figure, big enough to fit into my hand. I completely lost the dream and said "You're going to die by my tits..." and then woke up.
Before this, although my sense of time makes it seem after or even during, I was in a room with a bunch of older girls after exploring a beach-front house a bit. In the dream, I was trying to sleep (much like real life) and everyone was bothering me (much like real life). Justin came over and sat on a couch I was trying to sleep on, so I got up and left. I walked into a room with a TV and something else on a desk, tripped and fell, and narrowly avoided it crushing me even though I got the sense that it was weightless. I went into another room and saw Tatiana sleeping on an oddly placed cot between a coffee table, couch and chair. I had said to Justin previously "This is Tatiana's mom's house, you know," and for some reason he found that amusing. I wondered where Kevin was. After this, I went back to lay down and Justin was gone. Where he'd been I smelled fart, quite strongly. I pulled the sleeping bag I was using in both real life and the dream over me when a bunch of older girls came in the room.
They were all friends, even though most of them never spoke and I can't even remember their faces. Sable was telling them all a story when Katy came over and pushed me, but she was very strong, even though she was being playful. I got up, not caring about my previous insecurity, and as soon as I walked through a door got a blue Sims-like pop up message that said utter nonsense. There weren't even any whole words. I then became lucid.