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    1. Calla Bryn Sturgis/Run Loly Run

      by , 08-11-2012 at 02:40 AM (Into the Whirlpool)
      I'm in the world of Stephen King's Dark Tower series. Specifically, I'm in Calla Bryn Sturgis with Eddie and either Susannah or Jake, plus a townperson I can't remember. Someone (one of us? who?) is being taught how to "throw the dish." We're standing next to a porch of a wooden country house in a field of beautiful, wavy green grass.

      [I wake up from this scene and am convinced something is crawling on my leg. I leap out of bed and try to get it off. I have an idea that it's something from the Dark Tower world that will kill me if I let it bite me, which will only happen if I stay still, so I pace around my room for about 20 seconds until reality sets in.]


      I'm in the upstairs bathroom of the house in Bolton (pre-renovation). Heidi is with me, standing just outside in the hallway. In the bathtub there's a little dish set into the wall with a small white plastic octopus/squid? on it. I touch it and for some reason have the idea that its name is Loly. I turn to Heidi and say jokingly, "Run Loly Run." She looks blank. "You know, like Run Lola Run? The movie?" I find it strange that she doesn't know what I'm talking about. Then for some reason I start trying to describe what an underwater reenactment of Run Lola Run, starring the octopus instead of Franka Potente, would look like. I forget most of this explanation (it obviously is pretty nonsensical) but at one point there is a giant hand that reaches down from the sky and into the water. At some point during my explanation I realize I am not talking to Heidi, but to a little kid that I identify as Ronan, even though he's too old to actually be my brother.

      Updated 08-19-2012 at 05:47 PM by 35578

      Tags: books, friends
    2. Mean Basketball Team, Iron Man Suit

      , 07-19-2012 at 02:21 PM (My Nighttime Experiences)
      I was playing a basketball game. I was on the worst team, so whenever I stole the ball and tried to shoot, everyone would discourage me, saying he's on team 5, he can't make it! This happened like 3 times and I missed each shot. Well after that game I followed my friend Evan to biology class, but I forgot my textbooks, so I had to go to my locker and get them real quick.

      There was some circular roof of a building, which was surrounded mostly by hills so it wasn't dangerous, where me and a bunch of friends would hang out after school and play games. From this spot I could see my brother Adam flying around in an Iron Man suit.

      I also saw these 2 pretty sisters with lots of makeup on, but I realized they used to be conjoined, so they would be kind of gross looking without makeup. I decided not to talk too much with them.
    3. Dreamprofesser?

      by , 06-17-2012 at 07:21 PM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      Dreamprofesser? (Non-lucid)


      Wait....did I.....nahh....but...maybe my recall is a little skewed, we'll see how this plays out.

      I took a nap like an hour or two ago, can't really remember, but I had a few weird dream I guess. I'll just combine all those frags together since it was a nap.

      Things start out in a bus, kind of like those Greyhound buses with the containers for storing small suitcases and stuff above the seats. There's this guy who is muscular, wearing a gray/white shirt, and looks like one of those gym instructors at that place I workout in waking life resting his arms on top of the seat he has his knees on in front of me.

      It didn't feel awkward until he started to sweat a little bit on me, so I turned my legs to the side instead of having them in synch with the direction of my torso. And it seems he can barely fit in the bus too, he's so tall, he has to duck his head when his sitting down, but I guess that's because he had his knees on the seat instead of actually sitting down.

      He gets up, thank god, and says,

      "I need to take a shower." I passively accepted that as something he would do later, but he's getting up to go to the back, and he opens some containers on the left side, and they have water in them.

      Lol, don't tell me you're going to try and fit yourself in there and take a shower....

      This guy is actually going to do it! He's carefully opening one container at a time, and then goes to the back of them to drain out whatever is left, and I think I helped out for some odd reason. As I'm draining the water out, I swear it went from transparent to a dark pink-ish type of color. I make sure I wash the container properly with some soap.

      It took a while for me to get the soap out with some running water because the sink was full of plates and I didn't want to container to come in contact with them. The container was basically a square that was cut diagonally. I think people wanted me to hurry up and finish washing the container, but they didn't say to me directly, I could just tell by their expressions that I'm spending way too much time on this.

      The dream shifts, and I believe I'm in the gym with my mother, lol, how does that work out? So much for reality checks.

      Anyway, my mother has her workout clothes on for a few minutes, and then suddenly she comes back again with regular clothes. She tells me she can't go on the treadmill, and as we're walking to the set of treadmills, she pointed at one that some lady just got off from.

      I tried to make her shift her hand somewhere else so that lady wouldn't think we're talking about her, but meh, seems the lady was clueless anyway.

      Apparently, the gym is set outdoors, and it rained a few minutes ago I bet, so that made all the gym equipment icky and stuff. Makes sense to not go on the treadmill, especially with all those people's hands on the bars of it, and the surface being wet as well.

      We get out of the area of the weird outdoors gym,
      (I swear that should've been another reality check lol.....who invests in expensive gym equipment and puts it outside for it to get damaged?)

      You know.....I guess it's time with each reality check, instead of asking if I'm dreaming, I should really be analytical of things, maybe that might help things a bit. I tried avoiding being too thoughtful about these things, but I guess it's time I do it again, especially since I want to find a certain someone again.....

      Okay, back to the dream, yeah, by this time, I believe me and my mother go our separate ways. I go to some random alley, and it's still daytime, but the gray clouds make it look like it's close to night or something. I see two black men, one a cop, and one I can't tell at the moment because of the angle I'm looking down at is a bit awkward.

      The cop is helping the guy carry some books, and since I was on top, I accidently walked on these pile of books, but I quickly get off. Seems I didn't affect anything, so I keep walking a bit until I hear one of them say something about people being able to donate any books they have for what seems to be a mini-library that is being set up near the alley.

      Hm...........I decided I should give a book for the cause, and the title had a "Pt. 2" to it, so I wonder where was Part 1 lol, but I just put it in the pile of books they were going to carry in. I go down, and I finally see the black man other than the black cop.

      He's wearing glasses.....

      He's smiling, he's wearing a dress shirt and some fancy dark pants as well. I didn't click for me as yet on who this could be though...I told him that I gave them a book, and I think I said the title as well when he asks me what it was.

      Then to add on to what I said, I believe I started to sing a short phrase related to the nature of the book. It just came out, just like that, don't know how I even concieved the thought, but hey, the guy digged it, so I guess it's wasn't too bad.

      The dream shifts again, and this time, I brought my mother to the same alley that I was in. We're back on the top of the alley, and since the pile of books were removed, I figured I should help bring my mother down through this gap.

      I take my time to get her prepared to drop, and when I do, she immediately collapses.

      Are you kidding me....oh god......what the hell do I do now?!?!?!?!?

      I jump into the gap, and it realized it's a bit deeper than it was before. I could've sworn that same gap was a least 5 feet deep, and that's enough for anyone to land safely.

      Felt like this time, it was 15-20 feet deep. Ugh.

      I panic a little, but I calm down, and I rush to the door where the books were going into, and I'm ignoring the same man at the time because I'm really worried about what's going to happen to my mother.

      I'm trying to find a phone, so I can call my mother....LOL, what logic is that Link??!?!? She's unconscious, and you want to call her in hopes that she hears the ringtone?

      GOD, I'm am so STUPID!!!!

      I even picked up a small cracker, and tried to dial in the little bumps on it, I was saturated with the thought of worrying that something bad will happen to her that I didn't even realize I'm fucking using a cracker to dial numbers....


      I'm sure the guy inside was just watching me, probably even mentally facepalming himself at the horrible skill I'm exhibiting right now. I open the door to check the status of my mother, and my vision of things right at that moment is blurred. I see a figure slowly get up, and immediately, I knew it was my mother.

      I rushed to her and asked if she was okay.

      While I was trying to explain, I was speaking at 300,000,000,000,000 words a second, so she looks at me weirdly, and then I started to slow down a bit and talk coherently.

      I told her I was trying to call her to see if she wakes up (stupid Link...STUPID STUPID!) and all sorts of explanations.

      And the same guy who was inside? I'm pretty sure that was dreamprofesser...but since I was so occupied with doing a horrible job of trying to get my mother conscious again, I couldn't take the time to absorb all the features of the man's visage.

      But the glasses alone, it could've been him.

      Some nap that was!

    4. Visit to the Library

      by , 12-23-2011 at 02:17 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      I was in a library, apparently in the horror section. I saw three books. Two had covers of trees in sepia tone. They had dirt roads, and were really eerie. The first was titled "incendia" with a small i

      The title "incendia" would be a command in Spanish telling someone to burn something. In my dream in meant "burried treasure." The book was about a treasure burried in some really scary woods.

      The next book was titled "ha habducida" which meant "you have been abducted." Again, this was set in some really scary looking woods.

      The third book made this one of the best dreams I've ever had. There was a Tyrannosaurus Rex chasing a little boy about age 4. The Tyrannosaurus was painted in a patchwork of pastel colors. The boy was a shadow. The title of the book was "GOD HATES YOU"

      The boy was supposed to be the only person in this prehistoric world. I thought about the setting and understood the title.

      I thought about this collection of books and wondered what would inspire someone to read them. I then thought that if I were a librarian, I would probably read every book in the library including these books as I'd want to be able to say that I had read every book in the library.

      Updated 08-01-2012 at 01:37 AM by 41873 (To add a tag)

      Tags: books, god, horror, library
      non-lucid , memorable
    5. Birthday in an Asian Restaurant

      by , 11-02-2011 at 07:15 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      I was in an Asian-style restaurant. There are a lot of people, but I don't know any single one of them. I was trying to figure out something. Then while I was under a table, some people surprised me with a birthday greeting. I forgot my own birthday. I told them I thought I was still asleep.

      I looked for the comfort room. Seems there are two kinds of comfort rooms: the more secure one and the free one. The latter has too many people. I recall nude people, but unclear.

      I was in a bookstore, searching for books.
    6. FAs and a Social Gathering (Night of September 8-9)

      by , 09-11-2011 at 05:22 PM (The Lab Notebook)
      [This is another catchup post.]

      Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

      Night of September 8-9

      I wake up in my current bedroom. I go down the stairs and look at a digital clock. As I look at it, it changes from 1:07 [or something like that] to 5:07. I know I have to get up for the day at 5:15 [this was actually true in real life, since it was a Friday morning], but I'm still feeling sleepy, so I decide to just go back to bed for those last 8 minutes. I go back up the stairs and go back to sleep.

      I wake up in a different bedroom, in a two-story house
      [that might or might not have been House #2, I'm not sure]. I go downstairs, and there's a social gathering just getting started. A bunch of my [present-day] friends from church are just arriving at the house. I get into a conversation with my mom and PB on the subject of how important it is to always eat everything on one's plate. My mom says that her father always used to tell her to clean her plate. I say that I learned that it was good manners to do so from reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's books when I was a little girl.

      Side notes:

      When I woke up for real, I was pretty mad at myself for having missed two false awakenings, one of them involving the classic dream sign of a digital clock changing the time it displays.

      Right after I woke up from this dream, my memory of the exact words of the conversation I had had in the dream was much clearer than my memory of conversations in dreams usually is. I'm writing this on the evening of the following day, though, so I don't remember it as well. The story about me reading Laura Ingalls Wilder as a child and learning lessons about manners and etiquette from her books is true, and comes directly from my real life. My mom has never actually told me that specific story about her and her father – my mind just made it up, but it is consistent with his personality.

      Updated 10-04-2011 at 02:23 AM by 37356

      non-lucid , false awakening , side notes
    7. The principals office

      by , 07-22-2011 at 02:07 PM (The journey of JussiKala)
      Okay this dream doesn't make any sense whatsoever. And I've usually refrained from posting dreams like this or worse here. But here it goes.

      The whole dream took place in third person perspective, like a side scrolling video game.


      So apparently I had lost my main study book and the notebook I got with it. So I was ordered to go to the principals office to fetch new ones, which I would pay for later. Upon getting in to that room (wooden walls and floor with metal structures holding them there, a couple of bookshelfs with some odd items on them, and a red carpet on the floor), he told me he had no finnish version of the books left. I'd be forced to do with the swedish version. Too bad I can't read swedish.. at all. So I was kinda disappointed with this. So I decided to go look for the originals I'd lost. Found them nowhere. So apparently this was a space ship and I saw it now. I went to the waste processing facility to look if my books were there. Nope. I accidentally opened the airlock. There was me and one other guy now in space with him looking at me with an angry face. End dream.
    8. The grand library of Teraluna - the history of the dream plane

      , 06-21-2011 at 05:28 AM (Hyu's Adventures)
      Been pretty sick lately and my dream recall hasn't been very good.
      I had quite a few dreams, some lucid, but the lack of details made them feel unworthy of posting.

      I'm walking on the promenade in Haven on Teraluna.
      Enjoying the fresh air, I walk towards one of the main streets on my way to Yuya's place.
      On the main street I go up a level, ending up one level below the topmost one, with all the houses and apartments.
      This level features mostly shops and restaurants, I sometimes come here with Yuya for dinner.
      It's dusk, so the city is quite lively.

      I pass a shop that sells flowers and I wonder if I should buy some for Yuya.
      They're all on display outside, so I wander a bit around having a look at the different kinds of flowers.
      Some don't look like flowers at all, and some are clearly alive.
      They're all very beautiful and they have a distinct smell.
      I suddenly realize that I have no money, how am I going to pay for these?

      Wait, what? WTF! I'm on Teraluna! How did I not notice that I'm dreaming?
      This surprises me quite a bit and it takes me a few seconds to settle down.
      The dream feels very stable and vivid, but I still rub my hands and try to feel the presence of my surroundings to make
      that the dream remains perfectly stable.

      Looking back at the flowers I see one that is immensely beautiful.
      The colors somewhat match those of Yuya's eyes, I feel they would be an appropriate gift.
      I ask the lady selling the flowers:

      "Would you be willing to trade something for these flowers?"
      "Haha, of course young man, what did you have in mind?"

      I summon my phoenix wings on my left arm and remove one of the smaller colorful feathers from it.
      They fall out occasionally, it'll grow back.
      I hand it to the lady.

      "How beautiful! Please, take the flowers, thank you!"

      That went well.
      I take the flowers and continue walking towards Yuya's place.
      I think about how this dream started on Teraluna, even though I was non-lucid.
      Then I realize I'm wasting time.
      I can see a bridge crossing from this street to another one on the level above me, I'll be able to see Yuya's place from there.
      I blink on top of it, and from there I blink to Yuya's place.

      Yuya greets me, telling me that I'm right on time. Did we set a meeting?
      I hand her the flowers.

      "They're for you."

      She seems extremely happy. I am yet again surprised by the way she shows her emotions.
      She simply doesn't hold back at all. It feels so pure, I've never seen anyone with such a happy expression in waking life.
      Yuya puts the flowers in some sort of vase.
      I notice that the dream doesn't feel as stable anymore, and I attempt to re-stabilize which succeeds.

      "Alright, I promised you we'd visit the library, let's go!"

      The library? Did we talk about this in a previous dream?
      Maybe a dream that I cannot remember?
      Clearly, I can't recall such a dream, but I am convinced that we did indeed decide to visit a library somewhere on Teraluna.
      It must have been a lucid dream I do not remember.
      I get ready to draw my wings but Yuya interrupts me.

      "Let's fly there! We shouldn't teleport into the library, we might disturb someone."
      "Sure, lead the way!"

      I take off and fly next to Yuya, trying to keep up.
      She's accelerating fast, I can't keep up without summoning my wings.
      I remember that in my last big fight I managed to summon my phoenix wings on my back, in full size.
      I wonder if I can do that again and use them for fast flight, just the way I've been using my dragon fire wings until now.

      I try to accumulate some of that pure energy and manage to draw the wings on my back.
      They're very beautiful and very large. They feel somewhat oversized for my body.
      It is VERY easy to fly at high speed with them, much easier than with the dragon wings.
      We quickly break the sound barrier and everything becomes very calm.

      This is the first time I'm really exploring other parts of Teraluna, usually I just stay in Haven.
      It is beautiful!
      There are very high and complex trees growing directly out of the sea.
      They must be over a kilometer high each.
      We slow down and fly down, through the crowns of the trees.
      It is difficult to navigate them due to their complexity.

      There are waterfalls in the crowns as well, I wonder where they come from, are the trees emitting water?
      We go lower and lower and finally fly through a maze of waterfalls leading to a spectacular entrance.
      The entrance is absolutely huge. Fortunately it opens by itself.
      Inside there are the same angel statues as in the entrance to Haven.
      As I pass under them I feel myself passing through a forcefield.
      Makes sense, the library must be protected as well.

      I enter the library in amazement, the bookshelves reach into all eternity.
      There is literally no end to them. Even zooming in they seem to go on forever.
      The library is very well lit, everything is very bright and white.
      The shelves are mostly made out of glass.
      Materials feel very modern, but some shapes remind me of the Victorian era.

      Yuya explains what the different kinds of books are and we wander around a bit.
      She shows me quite a few things which I unfortunately cannot quite remember.
      Then we come to a rather special shelf.
      Yuya tells me there's 1001 books in this shelf.
      They all seem very old, and they are huge.
      Nearly 1 meter high and very thick, probably 1000 pages each.

      They feel very special, there's is something about them that really intrigues me.

      "Are we allowed to touch them?"
      "Of course, just be gentle, they are very old."

      I pick the first of them, it's very heavy.
      I gently deposit it on a reading table and open the first page.
      The pages are so old... they feel like papyrus, and you can actually see how the paper was weaved.
      Everything in them is hand written and hand drawn. They are not printed copies.
      It feels sort of amazing touching such an old book, plus the smell is very nice.
      The title of the first page is in a language I do not know.
      The letters are formed by geometric shapes, but somehow I am able to understand it.

      This book is about the beginning... the beginning of... everything?
      They all are! Those 1001 books, is this the story of this universe?
      The story of the dream plane?

      "Yes, they are, are you able to read it?"
      "I'm not sure. I cannot understand the individual words or letters, but somehow I understand some of it."

      I randomly try to read the first few lines at the beginning of some chapters.
      The first one talks about there being nothing but energy.
      Some chapters further they talk about the first gods.
      I honestly have no idea how I'm understanding any of this.
      The numerous images and illustrations help though.

      The language used to write these is very powerful though.
      A single word carries much more meaning than any languages in waking life.
      Considering this, needing 1001 books to describe the history of the dream plane...
      it just feels impossible like any single person could ever know the whole story.

      "True, but it's not finished yet."
      "Not all books have been written yet, after all we're still living the story written in these books."

      "Then why are there exactly 1001 books?"
      "Because exactly 1001 books are needed to tell the story."
      "But, does that mean the dream plane will end once you reach the 1001st book?"
      "Not only the dream plane, the planes cannot exist on their own, they all exist together."

      I'm very surprised, it is known when existence will end?

      "Hyu... the dream plane has existed for eternities, long before Earth was created, long before your universe was formed."
      "That being said, we've barely filled 400 books."
      "We cannot even comprehend for how long things have existed until now, so there is no reason to worry about any ending."


      I browse through some more pages in amazement.
      Somehow I understand that this language is very ancient and was meant to be universal.
      I think I am able to interpret some of it due to the divine phoenix powers, but I'm not sure.
      I end up getting lost in thoughts and wake up...
    9. The Spark Machine, And A Premonition

      by , 06-03-2011 at 12:00 AM (Dark_Merlin's Dream Journal)
      This dream was really, really long! It felt like about 3-4 hours, even though I was only asleep for 45 minutes. There was also a lot of detail in this dream, but I forget big patches of it.

      I had a bunch of friends over, including Jeremy. My house looked different, the front end which contains the living room seemed larger, and the furniture was in a position we used to have it years ago. We were all playing with electronics, and I think before that we were playing the Wii. Most of the lights were off, and we had some kind of device which made sparks. After touching the sparks, I instantly gained the ability to create sparks with my hands, rationalising it as static electricity. Jeremy also touched the device, and started shooting sparks at me.

      We ran around the house in the dark, playing with sparks. Mine were a bright green, his were a bright blue (opposite to what they're supposed to be..) and we kept going until suddenly, they stopped working. Our friends had unplugged the device during some kind of event (not sure what happened?). I found an old hat from the primary school I went to, laying ontop of a small white cupboard that doesn't exist. I put it on, like the cool guy I am, when I heard a car pull up outside - my dad was home

      I recognised the deep rumble of the engine, my dad had been dropped home by one of his old friends who drives a Mini Cooper S. I looked in the car, and it was full of hundreds of copies of the same book. It was a red hard cover book, with white print on the front which was yellowed with age. I remembered knowing what the book was, that it was some sort of book related dad used to be into, my mind created the idea that it was about Mini Coopers and I ignored it.

      Suddenly, two small children, a boy and a girl ran across from my neighbor on the left side. They had just knocked and ran, and were running to their house. They lived on the neighboring house to me on the right side. The man who owned the house came out and chased the kids, and started yelling at them about how it wasn't funny, next to my house, while I walked back inside to find my friends.

      There feels like there was a lot more in this dream, but these are the only parts I remember properly

      EDIT: This morning I woke up and started discussing with dad about my lucid dream, and how wonderful it was to have had another one. We started talking about the infinite possibilities readily available in dreams, and the way those concepts apply to waking reality through a lot of the Eastern religions. After an hour or so, he went out to his room and bought back two books. As soon as I saw it, I recognized it and realized that it hadn't been a book about Mini Coopers. This book was "The Path Of The Masters".

      Updated 06-03-2011 at 02:21 AM by 7689 (mind. blown.)

    10. Yearly Clown Trap

      by , 01-28-2011 at 05:44 PM (The Mailman's Lounge: A Rest Stop for Dreams)
      Yearly Clown Trap (Non-lucid)


      I'm watching the movie "It". The scene changes and I'm a kid in a store with my mom and sister. The evil clown from "It' is trying to trick kids so he can eat them. The doors close and lock and the evil clown says he has trapped us because we don't love our families. We try reasoning with him but he won't listen when we realize it's hopeless we all start crying because weare going to loose each other. The clown says we do love each other and we are free. The store turns into a dark blue room with tables of stuf fon them. He says we can have anything we want. I realize this happened last year and the year before that. I get a lot of textbooks, the first book in a series and a chest. I find my friend and he has the second book and we agree to trade once I finish reading the first book. I go down the hall because my mom and sister are waiting outside for me. I stop to get a yearbook like I did last year. I wake up once I get in line.

      Side Notes:
      -The reason I realized this happened before is ebcause it was a recuriing dream that I have every year. The last time I had it I woke up right after I got the yearbook.
      -I have a lot of recurring dreams which I'm trying to figure out the menaing of. I think this ties in with my fear of the clown from the movie "It".
    11. Tank Chase in Bollywood Mall

      by , 01-25-2011 at 03:04 AM
      I'm new to posting Dream Journal entries here, so if any aspect of this isn't correct, let me know!

      Now, onto my first entry:

      I and two friends, Chuck and Reg, were being chased down a seemingly endless stairwell by a "Tank," the muscular, hulking type of zombie from the "Left 4 Dead" video-games. We ran down the stairs for some time before suddenly hitting the bottom and entering a mall. At this point the pursuit of the Tank zombie behind us became somewhat secondary in my thoughts as I noticed an ad being played for an animated film that was, strangely, a crossover sequel to the cartoon movies "The Little Mermaid" and "The Pebble and the Penguin" and including a number of the "Disney Princess" characters.
      Suddenly Chuck, for some reason, launched a massive broadsword at me that hit a nearby bulls-eye and barely missed me. He seemed to be attempting to hurt and bother me for fun all of a sudden. As I attempted to escape he "trapped" me in a crowd by somehow causing everyone to abruptly perform a Bollywood musical number, and I was caught up in the chaotic yet choreographed-style movements of those around me amidst blaring Bollywood music coming from everywhere.
      I noticed my dad among the dancers as well and we escaped the dancing and entered a book store, possibly a Border's or Walden's. Inside, I found myself suddenly searching for "Venus in Furs," a book I've heard of but never read and of which I have only a vague knowledge. Some time after this I awoke.
    12. Mall Excursions

      by , 01-12-2011 at 04:30 AM
      1/11/11 - Mall Excursions
      Dream Non-dream Lucid

      The longer dream took place at a huge mall. I was at Barnes & Noble, my favorite place ever, but it was more like a library for some reason. My friend Angela was there, and told me that was where she worked. We sat down by a weird machine; Angela told me it was for donating or renting out books, but for awhile we used its many attached screens to watch NCIS. After awhile I decided to rent out my InuYasha books, since I'd already read them. Angela helped me put them on a sort of conveyer belt, which rolled through the machine and electronically stored the books elsewhere. At some point I changed my mind and wanted my books back. Angela didn't know what to do, though, so I called out, "Can I get some help from someone who actually knows what they're doing?!" The whole store was staring at me, and a man walked up to me. He asked if I'd donated some books, and explained that this machine was for donations only. I was pissed at Angela for screwing up. I told the man that there'd been a mistake, and asked for my books back. He said he could get them back for me, and sat down at a computer on the opposite end of the machine. After typing for awhile, he stood up and told me to go to the back of the store, and that my books were at the reception desk.
      I went to the back of the store and looked around. I saw a little podium labeled, "Reception," but saw no books there. I looked around some more and noticed a huge desk with lots of manga sitting on top, just a couple of feet away. I looked at all the books, but couldn't find mine. I did notice something labeled "Elemental135," but apparently it was the title of the manga. I also saw a Death Note book and, I think, some Dragonball Z.
      Finally I decided to go back to the man at the machine. "My books aren't there," I told him. He asked me what books I'd been looking for, and after some thought I remembered having InuYasha VizBig Edition, books 1-3. He went back to the manga I'd been looking at and pulled out a book, saying it was mine. I looked at it and it was something I'd never heard of before.

      I somehow ended up in a different scene. I was with B&N's owner's daughters, three little girls around ages 6-10. I was supposed to babysit them, and the owner and I were on friendly terms, so he trusted me. I found myself in a big room with a weird stairway formation that led to the ceiling. *The girls were all running to the highest point they could reach, in fear of something. They told me about an evil thing coming to get us. We climbed up the stairs and onto some banister-like things near the ceiling; it was pretty high up. Suddenly, through a large gap in the stair formation, I saw spurts of water shooting up in a circle. I asked the girls if it was the "evil thing" and they nodded. I told them it was just a fountain, and we were all relieved. Right then, their parents came home. I was switched to 3rd-person view, and saw myself, though I looked and acted like another person, a young woman with thick black hair, suddenly feign anger and yell, "Get down from there!" as if scolding the children. "I" jumped down to the floor, and a couple of the children fell from their perches in the banisters. I believe the were hurt. Their father rushed over, pissed, and ordered me to leave. I tried to explain about the "evil" fountain, and he said they had done the same thing earlier, and that they'd already been told it was just a fountain. I felt like, somehow, the children's memories had been erased. The father tended to his children.

      That was the end there, but I remember something else happening at the same mall. I was with someone, possibly Will, and we were in a small shop. It was empty except for a long counter at one end, where an old man, supposedly our grandpa, stood. On each side of the counter was a door. He went through the door on the left, and emerged with two baby bears on chain leashes. We were supposed to walk them, so Will and I each took a chain and took the bears out the door on the right, which led into the mall. I don't really remember where we walked. At some point we returned the bears to my grandpa, and repeated the process with a second set of cubs. We were still walking them when I woke up.

      I went back to sleep for a few hours, and had another dream.
      I remember being at my house with a new puppy, a pug or boxer. I think its name was Boulder. I was trying to decide where it would sleep, when it peed all over the bathroom counter, at which point I decided it would sleep in Will's room.

    13. A Book Lover's Habit, Bladder Desperation, etc

      by , 10-26-2010 at 07:30 AM (Keitorin's Dream Log)
      Changed my colors. Also, only one page left in my dream journal! Then I move onto a new one. This one is starting to look beat up anyway, from being in my bed. Plus the cats trampling all over it. I've had it since June 2008. I hope that the next one will go faster - because it has longer entries in it, not just a bunch of fragments!


      Darkness (Non-lucid)

      I think it was completely dark. A creature made of dark substance was attacking me over and over again, and it couldn't be killed.

      Bugs? (Non-lucid)

      Star Trek like world. A guy wearing a Trek uniform took out something from it that was covered with black dots. He looked to the doorway were a woman was standing, giving her a questioning look as he held it up.

      A Book Lover's Habit (Non-lucid)

      We either went to a bookshop or walked through one. As we were leaving, I got distracted by looking at book titles and then the two people in the room. I said something to them and started to leave, and again, and the last time I started to leave I really got distracted. I think we talked about a previous transaction I had with them, and then we talked about these two forms, green and red, and something about one or both of them being my consultant.

      I started to fill out the green form hurriedly, and my writing was messy. I accidentally signed my name (looking really bold, like I'd embellished it) in Japanese, as ケイトリン, and the woman pointed it out to me. I said it was an accident and wrote my real first name under it.

      She said it was okay, and then started talking in Spanish about how someone she knew said some phrase sometimes. She repeated the phrase twice, and it was short. Might have had 'que' in it.

      I knew mom was going to be mad, because she was outside in the car waiting. I took the red form with me to fill out later.

      I got in the car and yep, mom was mad. I'm pretty sure there was someone else in there too. I was apologizing, and as I gestured, a half-eaten green sucker I had in my hand flew off the stick and landed somewhere in her direction. That actually eased the tension and we laughed a bit.

      - Earlier: 'Bike', paint, my sister

      - Might have taken place in this dream: masturbation in my mom's bathroom.

      Fragments (Non-lucid)

      ~ My sister told me that she liked 'BL/yaoi'. She explained that gay relationships were more complex and interesting than the relationships you normally see in shows (which is actually my reason). I believe this took place in her living room, and her boyfriend was in the room.

      - Mom, mad, my friend, pix?

      ~ I believe I(?) was in this room full of people. There was this game where you have to kiss someone or you're killed. Me and a boy shared a (bad) kiss. Then we had sex.
      Most explicit sex dream I've had in a while, and I think most detailed.

      Bladder Desperation (Non-lucid)

      Deja vu dream, as if I'd gone through the ordeals in it before.

      Takes place in a school-like place.

      I have to use the bathroom, but every one I come to has too many people around, and it's mixed. At one point I start to go in one but a guy comes in!

      I pass a food court and a girl calls out to me, saying something like 'you're sitting with us, right?'. I look and the people at the table don't particularly seem familiar. I get the feeling she doesn't want someone else to take the seat. I pass on.

      I see a girl, possibly with short dirty-blonde hair (I think she works there) and ask her if she knows of a private bathroom I could use. She takes me with her and we go to the staff area, where the counter is. We squeeze past them (I think the manager guy is there) as the girl explains that I really have to go. The guy and a few others tease me, saying something about bladder desperation and how it can be hot.

      - Somewhere around here, I look at my finger and it has salt on it. I lick it off, and the guy says I should eat it with ice cream
      (I think this was inspired by me wanting to try french fries with ice cream in real life).

      He (and a few others?) end up coming along with us, leading me through some very weird obstacles, one being having to wait for just the right moment for these yellow bed foam pads to swing away before you dived onto this other slippery, squeezing material and dug your way through. It was extremely hard and I didn't think I was ever going to claw my way out.

      When we finally get there, it's a small space with netted areas off to the side. People are sitting at a table on one side, and on the other there's a guy playing with a kid on some more foam I believe.

      I'm pretty worried, because the whole reason I couldn't go before is because I have a shy bladder, but there's people here too, and in a closed space.

      I think they realize I can't go there when they see the people. One guy suggests that there's a place outside I could go - think he had before. I think I considered that I'd need toilet paper then.

      - Earlier?: I'm singing on a show (with Lizzie McGuire?). We're sitting in a classroom.
      - There was a girl sitting beside me and I mistook her for someone I knew who looked just like her, only she had one eye
      (I watched a Futurama episode night about Leela). I believe it's the two-eyed girl who tells me I sing well, even though I thought I wasn't singing my best because we weren't actual recording. We sung more than once.

      Note: The whole reason for this dream was because I went to bed having to go, and every time I woke up after that I ignored it. Just before this dream my bladder was definitely started to get annoyed with me, but once more I ignored it. It was actually really interesting to see the dream that resulted from it.

      Updated 11-01-2010 at 03:37 AM by 20026

      non-lucid , dream fragment , side notes
    14. Medieval writings and a magic orca

      by , 09-01-2010 at 11:15 AM (Visions in the Dark)
      I am in my old bedreeom at my parents house sometime in the early 90s. I appear as I did when I was about 14 or 15 or so. It is nighttime and the sun has not quite yet begun to rise. I can hear my mom and dad stirring in thier bedroom down the hall. Because I like to sleep in and afraid that my dad will try to get me at the same time he does (which is something he did throughout my whole teenage life) I get up and quietly close the door to my room.

      Even though I have the intention of going back to sleep I turn the light on for some reason and see that my bed is now covered in many books. Many are on Medieval folklore or literature but there is one book about how to write stories. I sit down on my bed and open it up to a section that is like a 'choose your own adventure' and also has many ideas for names. On the wall running parallel to my bed a vision or hallucination is projected of how my thoughts and imagination are processing the information of the book.

      The dimensions of my room suddenly change and it is much larger than before with a much higher ceiling. An orca whale appears and starts swimming around the air of my room like it was in water. Somehow I know that this orca is magic and also my animal companion.

      Reading more of the book I learn in the dream how to write fantastic stories and when I am done and put the book down I don't even need to use paper or writing implements because I can just project the images from my imagination onto the walls or floor of my bedroom and the images become real. Somehow I know that my magic orca is helping me do this but I don't know how to explain exactly in what ways.

      Because I have so many ideas in my head the scenes change quickly until one catches my eye. At first I cannot tell what it is. Projected on the floor of my bedroom something appears to be moving quickly under the water of a seagrass enclosed, shallow river channel along a Medieval looking countryside. It takes a few moments for me to recognize the creature but I finally realize that it is a beluga whale. My orca companion becomes excited and begins swimming around the room rather exuberantly.

      I take a picture of the beluga scene for my orca companion with my imagination powers and my friend seens happy to float over my shoulder and look at the postcard sized image for a while, though for some reason he seems rather sad all of a sudden. The beluga in the projected scene seems to realize this somehow and starts blowing bubbles.

      One bubble is very big and the orca swims towards it, shrinking insize as he goes, until he is small enough to fit inside of it. As soon as he goes inside of the bubble both the orca and the bubble disappear along with the scene that had been projected on my floor.

      At first I am confused and unable to make the scene reappear. Then I notice that the postcard sized image has changed and now shows both the beluga and the orca swimming happily in the shallow river channel rather than the beluga alone. I somehow know that my orca is now with a friend and this makes me happy.

      The dream ends there.
    15. Barnes and Noble

      by , 06-24-2010 at 05:20 PM (Mespia's DJ of Doom)
      I was going to Barnes and Noble with my friend for school.

      "I used to go a Roman Catholic church, but now I go to a Christian church," she said.

      "Ok," I said. "So what church do you go to?"

      "St. Joe's," she replied. She then handed me something. It was a piece of platic grid about the size of the palm of my hand, with fake flowers woven into it. On one of the bottom corners, there was a small balloon, about a quarter of the size of the grid, maybe larger. It was a happy face balloon.

      "Remember when you made this at my party last year?" she asked.

      I didn't remember, but I thought it was cool. "Oh yeah." I pretended I did. "Thanks."

      We walked over to a long table amid the large bookcases. There were several laptop computers on it, and we both sat down and got to work. After awhile, I wandered off to the end of the table, where there was a turning rack filled with various things. There were a couple of strange looking notebooks, labeled "miniature notebooks". It was a square with about two inch sides. The covers of the notebook were wooden, and you pulled them apart pulling one up and the other down. The paper in the middle opened like a post-it stack. I checked the price. It was five dollars. I thought that was a bit too expensive, so I set it back down. My eye caught something else, though. It was a balloon on a stick.

      It was small, the stick being maybe eight inches tall. The balloon was very tiny, smaller than a baseball. It was a yellow happy face. I immediately wanted this, but the price was $9.08. I thought that was way too expensive, so I set it down sadly and went to look at some books.

      I saw a search computer that you could use to find books in the store. I searched first for a book on lucid dreaming but I found it had bad reviews, so I searched for another book on it. This one looked good, so I went and found it. It seemed way too short, though, and not something I wanted to buy, so I put it back. Then I remembered that I had wanted to read Ender's Game. I searched for it and didn't find anything. I saw this guy I know also looking at books, and then I went back to the table.

      By this time, other people were there, and I had to squeeze in. The computer that I had been looking at before had been closed, and the top of it looked like a Nintendo DS. I thought this was a bit strange - why would there be a large DS on the table? But then somebody flipped it open and I saw that it was a computer.

      A few of the people at the table and I went back to my house, because I was going to have a party. I grabbed my sweatshirt.

      My other friend, Michelle, came up to me. "Only you would wear that sweater," she said.

      I thought about it. Maybe I shouldn't wear my sweater after all. I set it back down and went home. We went up to my room where this other girl, Jessica, and I sat down. She put down her bag, and I put down mine. I was a bit jealous of her bag, because it was prettier.

      Several other things happened, and I'm not sure what they all are.

      However, after that I was sitting down, thinking that my party that was supposed to be so fun was a complete failure. I was upset, and then I woke up.
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