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    1. The most intense drug induced dream ever

      by , 05-07-2014 at 12:52 AM
      Its been a while since i last wrote in my dj,but recently my dreams have been as real and crazy as ever,so i feel that i need to get back into lucid dreaming. So here it goes. Last night was one of the wierdest and realistic dreams i have ever had. I dont remember it very well,but what i can recall is enough to make you say WTF. So i am at this Festival of some sort with live music. Im with a girl that im trying to seduce and my brother is there with his girl. For some reason only one of the girls can have sex that evening. (yes alot of my dreams have a relation to intimacy because well,im a man). So i leave it to my brother and sacrifice my own blue balls. As my brother leaves me and the girl head to a huge tent,alot like the ones in harry potter where they look small,barely enough to hold two people but once you get inside,its the size of a mansion. İnside the well designed colorful tent i see my family sat around a table. We talk up to them and sit down. I light a cigarrete and before i know it my family ( my mom and dad) hand me ecstasy. Without having a second thought i take the pill,but i drop it. They give me two more ( all in different colors for some reason). I drop them on the floor aswell. Fınally im able to hold a pill,and without thinking i throw it in my mouth. There are three pills on the floor and for some reason,no one is picking them up,as if the 3 second rule applied for drugs. Before they see i pick them up and put them in my pocket,thinking that i will take then on the plan home with me. Now in real life im a daily marajuana smoker but i havent got a curiosty for ecstasy,nor have i tried it. Back to the dream. What seems like 15 minuets pass and i find myself outside with the girl,and all of a sudden it hits me right in the face. I suddenly feel absolutely amazing and the band that is playing at the concert sounded stupendous. It was a mix of band of horses and animal collective. As the colors in the sky start to turn purpulish pink i realize im having a legit high in my dream. Which is crazy because its never been so intense and real,plus i had no idea i was dreaming. ( Usually your parents giving you drugs would be a deal Breaker. Nevertheless i continue listening to the amazing yet unknown band and all of a sudden i black out. Like literally everything goes dark for what seems like a few hours and i wake up in my bed.. The feeling ı woke up with was as if i had taken a hard drug ( ıv tried other things aswell).. i walked out of my room and all of a sudden found myself in a airport with the ecstasy still in my pocket. I THOUGHT I HAD WOKEN UP FOR REAL. And thats the wierd thing about the dream. I black out and wake up in my room thinkin its real life when its still a dream. So a few activities pass and i wake up for real in awe. Its was unbeliveable..
    2. Northgate Fight, Blackout at Parking Garage?

      by , 03-16-2012 at 04:37 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Northgate Fight, Blackout at Parking Garage? (Non-lucid)


      Dream 1: Northgate Fight

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      Some guy in a jacket I believe is facing some random DC that I can't remember. He grabs the person and literally throws them down on the ground.

      He starts moving around a bit, waiting for the person to get back up again, and he is watching the person like a hawk. Then I see a flashing image of Elder Toguro, where he's going to extend his fingers and has a cutlass just like in the DJ entry a few days before where I posted a picture of him.

      Then the same person that throws the person on the ground, for some reason, I'm suddenly on the ground, and I have my arms up to try and defend myself because I think he might attack us next.

      He isn't even paying attention to us, but he turns to us, and I think he tries to attack us, but he was just faking it just to make us flinch.

      Dream 2: Blackout at Parking Garage?

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      I am walking with someone, it feels like I'm walking with Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho, but I'm not too sure on that, I remember him walking somewhere, I saw him in a perspective where you see his bottom region up close while he walks slowly towards my view.

      I only remember something causing a blackout, and a few lights going on and off of what seems to be me inside a parking garage.

      This dream probably is related to the first one because Traditions at Northgate in College Station has a parking garage for people who rent rooms there.

      Oh, and apparently, Kaomea had some guys help me when I barely remembered much about being in the parking garage, so I might as well add a tag for Kaomea.

      Here's her entry:

      Updated 03-18-2012 at 07:10 PM by 47756

    3. embracing woman; power outage in a city; let him do what he wants

      by , 12-04-2011 at 02:27 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was in a dressing room with a woman. The dressing room was maybe three meters long and two meters wide. It had thick, pale carpet and dim, incandescent lighting. I stood before a mirror that folded in three.

      The woman, who was something like a shop worker, stood to my right. She was really attractive. She was a tiny bit taller than I. She may have been Asian. She had long, black hair and a curvy body.

      She wore a cream colored blouse that showed off a lot of her skin -- the blouse was probably split really low down the chest. She also wore a very tight, maroon colored miniskirt with horizontal folds in it. The woman had an ornate tattoo running down her chest. She may also have had tattooed arms.

      The woman told me I looked good in whatever it was I was trying on. For some reason, I felt like this meant she was attracted to me. I was attracted to her. I couldn't resist her. I turned to her and embraced her around the waist with my right arm.

      The woman didn't seem to try to break away from me, even though I think we both knew this was probably not something we should be doing. I was feeling the electric charge of sexual arousal. I bent my head to the woman's face and began kissing her softly.

      Dream #2

      It was night. I had just come out of some building and found myself in a little courtyard area. The courtyard area was completely open to the sky, but it was set below street level. Everything in this courtyard was made out of reddish stone, maybe sandstone.

      I walked up a wide, shallow staircase that went up to street level. As I did, some scary guy may have approached me for money. As I got to street level I thought I'd have to be careful. It was so dark out here. People like the scary guy could follow me without my easily noticing them.

      I walked up into and across the street. I was obviously in the business section of a big city.The city was really clean. The streets were lined with trees.

      I wondered, though, how everything in the city could actually be this dark. It was like there were no, or barely any, lights on at all. The sky was a deep, dark blue, but it seemed to provide some illumination. And there may have been orange street lamps shining from somewhere. But everything else was dark.

      I then realized or remembered that there had been a power outage in the city. I was now in a living room with a young man and woman. The living room was lit, as normal, and the TV was on.

      The young woman was, somehow, preparing the young man to be interviewed by some news reporter regarding his experience of the power outage. The man would know when he was supposed to do the interview by some signal from the TV. He would then travel somewhere to be interviewed.

      Dream #3

      My view of this dream was weird. It was often as if I were watching a TV show on an old TV screen. But the TV screen was all fuzzy and seemed to be tipped over at an angle.

      The show playing seemed to be taking place in the early 1970s. A wife may have been trying to get a divorce from her husband. But the wife also wanted to be able to do something for her son, like send him away somewhere, maybe out to the southwestern or western United States.

      The husband was sitting on the couch. He looked like a young business man, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties. He wore a business suit with a white shirt and a green tie with thin, widely-spaced, yellow stripes. He had a short, but almost bowl-shaped haircut.

      The wife had said that son wanted to do something particular, but I can't remember what. The husband made some kind of mocking comment about what the son wanted to do, but said that the wife could go ahead and run off with the son out west to go do whatever it was the son wanted to do.

      As the husband was making his remark, the scene changed to some place like a building out in the old west, like a storefront in a small town in a John Wayne movie. The view was really close-in on the storefront. A few people stood in front of the building. They may all have been wearing Hollywood-style old west clothes.

      It was now a few years later. The son was now twelve, or possibly thirteen, years old. The wife was having the son prepare for the father's arrival. The son and wife hadn't seen the father in all these years. I was looking forward to the husband seeing how well the son had developed in these few years.

      The son was out somewhere, playing with a few of his friends on some tree near a wooden fence. The son wore a backwards baseball cap, a kind of baggy t-shirt, and a backpack. He was fair-skinned, with red cheeks.

      The son thought he would show his father a trick he could do on the tree. He thought this trick would show the father how well the son really was doing in his life.

      The son climbed up the tree using small tree limbs. These limbs were barren and not very long. But they were maybe five centimeters in diameter, and they were coming out of the left side of the tree all over the place, thickly, from the base of the tree, all the way up the trunk.

      The boy then climbed down the opposite side of the tree. It may have been more like sliding down the tree. Growing out of this side of the tree were something like roots, or very, very skinny and short branches. The boy seemed to believe that he could get a foothold in these little tangles. But he couldn't.

      By this time, the son and wife were wondering where the father was. He should have arrived by this time. Then, suddenly, the mother had news on the father. He was in trouble. He may have been in a nearby hospital. He may have been near death. The son and wife would have to go to see him right away.

      The scene changed to a vehicle like an SUV-type vehicle driving down a snow-covered road at night. I could really only see the front passenger side tire of the vehicle, and a tiny bit of the surrounding body. There were also flashing yellow and red lights reflecting around the car in the deep snow.

      I knew that the father had been in some kind of really bad car accident. He may have been near the point of death. He may actually still have been out on the road.

      I was now in a bedroom, possibly with one or two kids. I myself may have been a kid, maybe ten or eleven years old. We were watching something on a computer.

      I then found an old commercial for Chips Ahoy! cookies. The commercial seemed to have been made in the late 1960s or early 1970s. The commercial showed various kids' faces in front of some backdrop that was lit by a bunch of brightly colored spotlights. The kids all talked about how much they liked Chips Ahoy! cookies.

      Later, a frame was put around this view. It was a crude, greyish box, almost like something out of a very rudimentary computer graphics design. At the bottom of each frame was the kid's name.

      I noticed that one of the kids was named Wernher von Braun. I thought, Hey, isn't that guy a Nazi? The kid was kind of chubby. He had pale, green eyes and a square buzz-cut. He wore a striped t-shirt.

      I felt like I might risk some trouble for myself if I acknowledged too strongly (even mentally) that I knew this Wernher von Braun kid was a Nazi. He even seemed to be looking at me strange from the computer screen.

      Suddenly the kid changed again. But it was the same kid. Only this time, the name at the bottom of the frame was Marilyn Monroe. The kid's face suddenly bulged out at the cheek, then bulged out at the head. The eyes seemed smashed down. The ears became enormous.

      I got the idea that someone was trying to make some kind of joke about how Marilyn Monroe would have gotten big and fat had she lived to be old, anyway.

      The kid's face went back to normal, and another name appeared at the bottom of the frame. The kid's face started to become all distorted again. This time the eyes may have bulged out.