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Dream - Lucid

I remember being in a church, sitting at a pew. Some really creepy piano music started to play, and people started to chant this weird song. Bars came down from the pews in front of everyone and trapped us (kind of like the safety bars on roller coasters). I looked to my left, and 3 or 4 guys in suits were sitting next to one another chanting, looking extremely creepy. I was a little weirded out, so I somehow got of the bar that was trapping me and left.

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I walked into the dorm I was supposed to be living in for the semester. My mom had it all set up; she had my bed all made and my clothes all put away. The dorm looked much nicer and spacier than the one I had freshman year. In fact, the floors were carpeted, and there were 2 TVs!

However, there were 3 other beds...I had 3 other roommates. o_o

I remember laying down on my bed. I figured out it was a water bed. My mom had made it up with some really nice bedspread. I remember it being a dark red color. I remember talking to my mom, and her saying I probably wouldn't be able to go to bed early, because she remembered hearing the other girls talk about some German person coming in that night. I then asked my mom if she had brought my underwear and pants. She said no, and I asked her to go get them, or maybe I said I'd get them myself, can't quite recall.

I then remember one of the roommates coming in. She had long-ish dark brown hair pulled back into pigtails. She definitely looked like a freshman, probably about 18 or 19. We said hello. I commented to her about the carpets and about how much nicer that dorm was than my old one. I remember her putting away her underwear in dresser drawers. It was mostly thongs. She started telling me about what she was going to wear the next day when her and her boyfriend bought weed.

I then remember I had somehow gotten my pants and underwear, and I was putting them away in the two dresser drawers below the two that the other girl had put her things away in.

I remember seeing a flyer about some girl named Irene who, if you payed her a dollar, you could have your cat in the dorms. I thought about bringing Belle, my cat, into the dorms. I thought about her sleeping on my bed with me. I don't think I decided to bring her for some reason.

I also remember thinking about how I kinda felt like a freshman again, new to and excited about the college world.

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I was in high school band again. I remember sitting in a band room. My high school band teacher was there. I had my clarinet, and was reading the music on the page. The reed felt weird in my mouth. It was an old reed. I remember I was close to last chair. I thought I may have actually been last chair, but a couple of people sat down to my left. They had 3rd part music, and I had 2nd part. I thought hard about playing clarinet regularly again.

I remember thinking that maybe I should play bass clarinet instead, since I have one, I played it all through high school, and there were no bass clarinet players in this band. However, I stayed where I was and continued to play.

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I remember trying to "Like" something on my old friend (who is no longer my friend in waking life for some reason :/) Jane's Facebook. It said that she didn't allow "Likes" on her Facebook.

I then remember seeing her playing something on the piano. I wanted to help her, because she was having trouble. I started trying to nicely help her. She accepted the help and was being very friendly towards me.

Then, I remember seeing a monitor on Kacey's computer. The background was a picture of her and I jumping in the air doing some weird karate poses. If you started the computer up, it was a video that stopped at the point that we jumped in the air, turning it into a picture or still-frame. Random.

Anyway, we all had to go to this pep rally thing that was outside. Everyone was standing up in a grassy area. People were performing some talent show. Jane was going to play the music that I had tried to help her with. I remember seeing either me or someone else with these crazy, giant porcupine-looking quills in their hair that was part of some cheer leading or dance squad called the Quillin' something or another, I can't remember. They were going to perform against another cheer leading or dance squad.

But back to Jane. She got up to the piano. It looked like a child's play piano, it was red and low to the ground. She put her music up and just stared at it for awhile. A man was standing behind her, and asked her if she knew the music well. She said she didn't, but she was going to play through it anyway. I was standing to her right. She would start play, would mess up, then start again. I felt very bad for her, I wanted to help her. This went on for awhile. It got to the point where I had to look the other direction.

I then remember something about being in two different groups. We were somewhere that we weren't supposed to be, in some shack or some other kind of building. People were looking for us. I remember some piece of seafoam green yarn that was split into to different pieces, but converged into one piece. I remember someone on the other end of it who was in the other group very far away talking using the yarn. You could hear her through the yarn. She was asking for help and sounded like she really needed it.

I remember at some point being back where we were supposed to be, and being surprised at how far away we actually were.

4/18/11. I have decided to put some dj entries from my laptop on DV, buut I'm not gonna post them all at once because that would drown everyone else's journnals, so I'll put them up gradually.

4/18/11

DREAM 1: I was in Kohlhepp's class taking my final (I FUCKING HATE THIS CLASS WITH A PASSION, and I just took part 1 of my fin als from her. She is my biology teacher, and ranked by most as the hardest teacher at school), and in the end it was apparently the last day. everybody went nuts and started playing shitty rihanna music and ran out of the class like maniacs.

DREAM 2: Me and my dad went to some nice house, william shatner opened the door in a pirate costume. the house was like a variant of the Kumar's (one of my landscaping jobs). my dad started talking about rumble tone (My dad used to be a singer in a band when I was like 10, they got big to the point of playing a 5,000 perswon show), and how his buddies from the resturant were in it. You could tell that william didn't care. At one point, marty (my drumming teacher) ran out in an indian costume, you could tell something was going on inside, like a party.

DREAM 3: I just kept cycling through these girls talking about their favorite buddhism scriptures while at the beach. What didn't occur to me was that there ARE no buddhism scriptures, but it was hard to catch because it was like watching a movie on youtube or something.

I really wish that I had more time this morning to write down these dreams, I could remember them pretty well.

Dream 1:

I am in a room with around 5 friends or so that I can't remember, and as I am looking out a window on a fantastic view of a marketplace in rio de janero, I say, "you better stop this, otherwise I'll wake up!" then I start trying to focus light into a small object in my hand. In this entire dream, I am at the lowest level of lucidity possible.

Dream 2:

I am a member of either Task Force 141 or the Navy SEALs, and am mounting an assault on an oil rig. We win with minimal losses

Dream 3:

I am in my band directed, mr. W's bar mitzvah. In WL he is not Jewish, and is like old, so he couldn't have a bar mitzvah. few people are there, and it's kind of sad, since a bar mitzvah is supposed to be fun and be a party. I eat a lot of food. When I go back home at around 10:00 pm, I talk to my friend V, who is putting up her base clarinet, and she says she forgot about the party and will write a very long apologie the next day. I then go back to eat more food.

These are just fragments from the past few nights:
-Dreamed about reading a 5-inch-thick application manual for college.
-Dream about a tea-drinking contest.
-Dreamed that the school band went to a restaurant on a trip. I ate mac & cheese. The band teacher stood on a chair and told us all that we were going to sing for something.
Still working on my recall -_-

Dream - Lucid - AP

I know I had some long dreams last night, but I can only recall a fragment of one. Stress is killing my recall.

EDIT: I remembered part of another one! Yay!

I was on some rocky mountainside with tons of other people. It almost felt like we were all Native American. I remember there were lots of men with dark skin and no shirts wearing nothing but loincloths. There were women there too. There was a king at the top of the mountain.

There were levels of the mountain too, and depending on where you were sitting on the mountain had to do with how close you were with the king. I was located in the middle on the right side.

Every so often, we'd all have to duck and get under these pillows, blankets, and big wooden shields, because herds of buffalo would stampede over us. It was a fatal experience for many. I remember ducking under my assortment of shielding objects a few times in the dream, because the buffalo were stampeding over us. I was always worried about dying. A lot of the times when they'd come though, they would avoid me. Sometimes though, I'd feel them trample me, but it felt like nothing more than someone dropping a small rock on my back.

Then, I was located far up the mountain on the left side, very close to the king. In fact, I was pretty much right next to him. I was under the assumption that this meant no buffalo would trample me. I was with very few people on the top of the mountain. Then, the buffalo came again, and I had to duck. Again, I was not killed or hurt.

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I was getting ready for some marching band thing. I was putting the under part of my uniform on. I was going to wear this one summery tank top I had under it (the one I'm wearing in my profile pic). It was folded up in a pile of folded clothes. I picked it up and decided to wear something else under it, since the tank top was something I always wore under it and it probably didn't smell very good because I hadn't washed it between wears. I picked up another shirt, similar to one I just bought in waking life. It's off-white with flowy short sleeves. I put it on, and noticed it was a little too big. Someone commented on the shirt.

Then, I was going to play in a clarinet trio, I think for school (similar to a waking life event from high school). My friends Leigh and Rachel were playing in it with me. I thought that the people listening would assume we were all great, star players since we were performing in a recital setting.

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID DREAM
I am walking up the stairs, trying not to make too much sound, my shoes hard against the hard wooden floor, as if they might fear that I’m a prowler. It’s the house of my auntie, Chris (perhaps triggered by the lengthy conversation with my mum last night about Chris and Oma and Luke) – the original house from childhood visits - and I’ve just arrived in Holland. Coming up the stairs onto the first floor, the door is open, so I’m planning on going into the first room opposite the stairs without stirring anyone, but when the bed comes into view, there is a soft pre-dawn light filtering through transparent curtains, and my cousin Luke is going down on his girlfriend, she wearing nothing but a green t-shirt (perhaps a reference to my favourite colour at Induction Day at Amnesty yesterday)... They see me almost immediately, reacting surprised, the girl gesturing with some embarrassment that my room is upstairs, as I also try and save the situation, like I don’t want to interrupt I only need to know where I’m sleeping and I’ll be as quick as gone. In the next room, where I expect to find Chris, there is again movement under the blanket, and multiple heads stick out surprised, with at least three couples all surprised to see me.

Upstairs in the dark, spacious attic like a small community hall with hard wooden floor, there are lots of people who are familiar to me as the friends me and Luke used to hang with when we were all younger, and starting with Luke, I give them all big powerful hugs, crushing them close for a brief passionate hug in the excitement, although physically they all resemble closer the dark long-haired, Latino faces of More’s friends we used to hang with in Cusco, or in Plaza Dorego in Buenos Aires, and I suppose thusly, a gringo, a friend of a friend, I’m more excited to see them again as they are of me. They’re all coming to visit at the same time, and next I remember that a band, modelled physically on the consummate rock star faces of The Church (in mid-December 2010 they played at my last shift working at Notes), singing 90's grunge music, the singer almost resembling a thinner version of old Peter Fonda (from the Californication episode a few days back on late Sunday night), playing a low-strapped electric Stratocaster, in the middle of the room without needing to set up.

At the drinks table, a guy who is in his late 30’s, a musician type, recognises me as the guest of honour, asks me to crack his back, and I don’t need too much instruction before I hold him firmly with my left hand on his shoulder and with my other hand cupped inside his left shoulder blade push it forward with a sinewy pop that seems to relieve him. He then tests out how much looser his shoulder feels, softly but still quite rigidly assuming a drummer’s stance and playing a simple beat on the air. There’s another veteran of the rock scene, tall and strong and a bald head, dressed sharp and all black, and, in the obliged manner as if the gig and their being present were contractual, he pours me a drink as if for a competition winner. He and the drummer talk about how tough musicians have it, continuing without irony even as I tell them that they’re lucky, they get to make a living out of playing music.

*

In another scene, I am downstairs, outside in a small narrow courtyard on the side of the house, and one of the girls across from me talks about how they have this thing they do, and I realise that there’s a guy that has already scaled the two tiers of sloping tiled rooves.

He is standing on the edge of the roof, if only for the rush of adrenaline, when he suddenly snaps backward violently as if slipping, and very quickly slides on his back down the first tier of slick, concave terracotta tiles, bouncing down onto the second shorter tier, when we all stand, reacting to break his mortal fall, but without significant resistance caused by any one of us, he somehow slows, turning on the lip of the roof and, cart wheeling smoothly in the air, lands gracefully on his feet.


In a subsequent scene, I move naturally through the liquid surface of a horizontal, rectangular mirror set at eye-level on the wall, coming out again in the darkened back of what resembles a garage and move to the front, with the big barn-like door open and strong sunlight coming in through the gaps in the roof as if it were made up of long sticks bound together, or lots of big holes in the jungle leaf roofing.

I notice a strange looking child next to my leg, who seems to be alone (perhaps like the toddler in the stroller alone outside the general store along Glebe Point Road yesterday, staring expressionlessly down the street) and I stoop to it, perhaps to ask where her mother is. The ugly, fat baby, standing up wobbling with arms outstretched, not physically older than 2 years old, talks to me, although in a squeaky voice, perfectly, like talking to a much older kid. Loose, pock-marked skin, becomes mice ears the next time I look (like my pet rat when I was in my teens who developed a tumour and lost all of its hair)...

Holding it in my hands, I put it down to let it free as an over-grown bald and wrinkly mouse, that resembles the skin and deformation of a person with an ageing disorder. I think about it again (perhaps based on my background thinking lately to more regularly question to the logic of what I’m experiencing, and exercise my memory like whether I can remember the steps that lead me to my present location) and suddenly realise that I must be in a dream, immediately holding my nose and when I feel the contradictory wind through my nostrils, I say out loud that I’m dreaming to Simon Patterson who has been with me for sometime now, who I know will be interested in this realisation and follow me in exploring its implications.


Lucid dreaming, I suppress the thought that I might wake up if I get too excited, as well as the thought to write down this breakthrough and document what is happening subsequently (as if learning from the previous attempt – with the differently coloured humus – where I immediately began writing in the excitement, a reaction that I explained to Symo and Ken on last Friday night as being stupid, saying that ‘I totally missed the point’), and have no trouble focusing on trying to change the scene with my mind, focusing specifically on the mirror which we have been passing through. I see the people in the courtyard on the other side, but now the conceit doesn’t function, and the mirror changes from a realistic inanimate object into never existing in the first place, an empty black frame built into the wall. I had assumed that my sub-conscious was still active, and it seems from this evidence that my awakening of conscious awareness in the dream has limited the fanciful potential of my imagination.

I am at my best friend's house and my friend, his sister, and my crush are all there. There
is also someone else that somewhat resembles a friend from college. The premise is that I am
no longer a Section Leader in my high school's band which is strange because I never was a
section leader, but the friend from college is taking my place. We have this huge discussion but
I don't remember quite how it went then I go over to the dining room and grab a roast beef
sandwich that is on the table. I eat it, and the dream ends

So, I was trying to dream last night, and for some reason I wasn't remembering anything. Then I had this really weird/wacky dream within the course of a half an hour right before I woke up.

Drums, and tech class? - I was in some sort of tech class. We were learning about music. Our teacher was trying to instruct us but he really had no idea. I was uploading some of my music so that I could rip it apart and take bits of it and make it into new songs. This girl came up to me and asked if I could share some of the songs, so I said yes.

Fast forward where we're in some HUGE garage. We are split up into three groups: Guitarists, Bassists, and Drummers. The guitarists and bassists had to choose the drummer for their band, so most drummers were just jamming out to whatever hoping to draw their attention. It was weird because all of the drummers were playing on the little electronic guitar hero kits, and it was hilarious watching them trying to be badass playing them. I had my big professional electronic kit, so I looked alright. But I forgot my amp, so no one but me could hear me playing . I ended up getting bored when I noticed a group next to me was playing the intro to Judas Priests' "Nostradamus", They had a cheesy drummer so I ended up playing along, and somehow they could hear me O.o One of the guitarists ended up getting angry at me because he though I was stealing his audience. (What audience?). Then a girl leaned over the wall while I was messing with my kit and told me that personally, she would NEVER let me drum for her band. I was kind of shocked by her just randomly saying that, but I kept my cool and told her it was ok, because my band would be here tomorrow, with my amp.

Fast Forward again to the next morning, me and my band end up setting up in the early morning next day, when everyone is waking up and heading to practice, we begin blasting "HellRider" (Solo and everything) to everyone's shock. I lean over to the girl, who's standing there mouth agape, and just smile

I'm charming aren't I?

Then later there was something about playboy bunnies

¡Single Sentence Sizzler!®

26.12.2010

Confused (Non-Lucid)

★★☆☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Mzzkc

After showing my father a chart of the best bands to ever come out of Michigan, I wake up thinking I'm in an wide, open field, starry night sky overhead, realizing I'm all alone and the band I was following had up and left; in actuality, I lay awake in bed, suffering some serious delusions, as the word serendipitous came to mind.

I later learned that the woman residing in my head can kill me at any time, so long as I let/ask her. She advises me not to take that course of action; I'm inclined to agree.

I'm a little pressed for time today, so I will just make some quick notes and hopefully edit with more details later.

Sideswiped

Driving around a construction zone. An area where there's only one lane, no flagger. I enter and a RV enters at the same time. The RV scrapes against my new truck and keeps on going. I get out and try to find the guy. I think about suing the Department of Transportation.

Around Town

With my Grandfather at a country music concert. He stays only for 3 songs, then leaves. He is annoyed because it is at a university that is in the middle of a town (it didn't make sense to me in my dream, either). I argue a little bit about the immorality of having a university in the middle of a town, but he leaves anyway.

My Grandmother shows up in her car, so I don't have to walk home. We stop at intersection, girl has broken down.

A brass band is playing, and a new building is being built. I lobby to save the old building from destruction. They aren't going to destroy it anyway.

There are some pirates in a torture chamber held captive by a rival pirate captain. The rival captain is trying to force them to accept him as their new leader. There are lots of people watching from stands. It is like a stadium of some kind. Now it isn't a torture chamber anymore, but a dance floor. We are watching a documentary about how the Japanese are saving energy by a new form of dancing. One person from each couple sits in a chair and only one person stands up and dances. They still hold hands, though.

Big House

I visit somebody's house. It looks small from the outside, but it huge on the inside. One room looks like a cafe` of some kind. Or a hotel lobby. I go in and order food. The people with me are impatient because I'm taking too long. Someone is overcharged. I order a jalepeno and pickle sandwich. And french fries (I seem to be having recurring dreams about french fries).

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

17/11/10 I decided to go back to bed anyways and managed to sneak in another lucid. Albeit an extremely non-productive and boring one. I was in some sort of public institution and my intuition told me it was educational, like a university or high school and I was lucid pretty much from the word go (I was sleeping very lightly at all times and the build-up of the dream reminded me, sans the conscious awareness prior to the dream, of a WILD experience in the beginning, the way the scene went from randomly organised images gradually towards an integrated scene with plot.)

A few friends and I were heading down the hall towards a concert. I didn't really feel like I had the energy to start taking full control of the dream and I feared I would wake up if I attempted it so I only made minor adjustments, like jumping from table to table a bit long. I even did try flying but had no success, although I did manage to at one point follow along running on the walls of the lower level of the tunnel. It wasn't gravity alteration it was more me keeping a telekinetic pressure towards the ground to keep me in position. I sort of just decided to go with the plot and see what would happen, and as we got to the concert it turned out that it was a Nik and Jay event... groovy... or... something. In any case we took place on the high grounds and mainly sat chatting away. One of the artists came up and joined in on the laughter, which he was aware was directed at the band he was in. At a certain point in a song, which both included a slight break in the music and a rather obscene video shot of a bloody (literally!!) anus up close, I farted to the amusement of the people around me as they gradually found out that it was not an inherent aspect of the song. I didn't actually do it on purpose and to be fair I think it was my physical body doing it, which would also explain the slow realisation rate of myself and DCs in the immediate vicinity. I woke up.

I Wanna Be Forever Young

I was pretty much director of music at a musical performance that we had going. We were in a giant white circus tent and in between scenes, the pep band would play different songs. I had transcribed a song that I wanted them to play, "Black and Gold to the Superbowl" and was waiting for the OK to play that. I snuck around so that I could watch a little bit of the play and when I could see on stage there was a fat ugly lady who was blue and had a horrible chin. I remember the chin was especially bad. Someone behind me said they couldn't wait til the scene with the lesbian knife fight. Apparently this was a popular musical in the World. I hope that the fat lady is in make up because of her chin and I agree with the anticipation for the cat fight. I walk out of the tent and make my way back to the band stand when parents stop me and tell me that they enjoy the job I'm doing. I thank them. Almost back, Adam runs up to me and at the same time a loud blaring alarm goes off. He says that something electric had exploded and caused a fire in the tent. Suddenly everything I see bursts into flames and I watch the sky go red. We ran through the flames trying to get to a clear place but the giant circus tent was surrounded by a high chain link fence. We find at one of the fences, a small kids play ground I say that we can climb on this and then use it to jump to the other side. I show an example by jumping off the side but not jumping over the fence. He tries it and hurts his leg. I climb back on top of the playground and find a place where the fence is bent so that we could crawl through but it was in a small gap in the playground. We're crawling through and we both sorta have a hard time to it. He starts crying and the sky gets a little less red and acoustic guitar music is in the background. He started bawling about how life was easier when we were younger. A singer accompanies the music in the background that was sorta a rip of Forever Young. I start crying too and we lay there probably soon to be dead.

So, before I begin writing my dreams I'd just like to say something that was really weird that happened to me this morning as I went to write them down. I had gathered my laptop and my thoughts about to go sit outside and write down my dreams. As I stepped outside of my house I was confronted with A GIANT PARADE going by. This included the "moonshine luv shack" float which was a 2 story tall redneck shack on wheels. I immediately did a reality check, because that just seemed like the sort of thing that would happen to my while I was dreaming. Oddly enough, I was completely awake....

DREAMS:

I was sitting in this room... It used to be my secret crawl space attached to my closet. I was with J, and we wanted to go see wizards. These were wizards that we had previously met. We decided to start making flyers and such to get people to come.

Next dream.

I'm with L. I'm talking about how I'm going to see a band we both really like in my dreams. I ask her if she wants to come and she says yes after getting really jealous that I was going to see them. She then says that she's going to come. We both go and see them, and things get weird. There are lots of cars everywhere that seem like they are trying to hit us.
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..... I should have written my dreams down before I went and stared out at the really bizarre parade because this is all I remember right now. Perhaps the rest will come back to me. It is possible that they will not.

Well, from what I can remember my dream starts off with me and my buddies at a concert. All, of the sudden one of my buddies turns around and says "Dude, let's all make a band." when he said that I just knew that I wanted to be the sound guy. So we start practicing and the band is just killin' it. They decided to play a local show, little did I know this local show was at warped tour, so we get to warped and it's our turn to go on stage. I set up everything for sound and they set up their instruments. We have 3 people in our band a singer/guitarist , a bassist, and obviously drums. They play the local show and some guy walks up to me since I'm the sound guy/manager. and says "You guys need some keys in your AMAZING band. I could play keys for you." So I said to myself "Eh, why not let's give it a try." So we get him on keys and play at warped again. I get home and my phone rings and the people on the other end say "We are offering you a record deal. When you sign with us we'll give you 10 million dollars." and they pretty much begged to sign us. So we signed with them and just recorded our first album in one day and released it the next and 200 million copies were sold. We were rolling in cash and everybody loved us.

That was the end of the dream. Now what the hell, this is by far one of the wtf is this dreams I had. Also, if you look deep within there was the task of the month for July in there because they called us on the phone.

02.06.2010

108: 6.2.10; 11:20AM In a Band with Austin. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I dreamed I was in a band, with my friend Austin as the singer. We played a show, which was rather energetic, and afterward I asked Austin what he happened in the last few years, since we hadn't seen each other for some long time beforehand.