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10/17/10



I'm sitting at a table in the library, across from a stern-looking woman my age.

"So you want to start a writing group? You realize that you'll be in direct competition with our writing group."

"Hey," I say incredulously, "I just sent out an email asking who was doing NaNo this year."

There's a man sitting beside me with his arms crossed. He snorts.

"Well," says the woman, "Be aware that you won't be able to use the library this week. It's full." She points behind me.

I turn around, and see that the walls are covered, floor to ceiling, with boxes of Corona. I turn back to her.

She sighs. "The Kiwanis club is renting the library for a Christian concert."

Scare Factor: 1/10

Hours of sleep: 7.6h
Recall: 2/5
Vividness: 3/5
Missed dream-sign: dad

Well that night wasn't productive. But there is some amelioration...

In Front of me is a backyard. There is a little wall an a gate. I open it and I find a kitten. I take it in my arms and at the same time hundreds of flies fly at me me. I have some weird feeling: the flies were landing on me, and went on and off. I let the kitten down, because this feeling is unsupportable.

I awake for a few second or so, just enough to RC. I can't take a minute to think over it and immediately fall asleep again.

I'm in a bar. There is this guy from the bowling hall. I want to order something but I can't decide me: a beer or a soda? It takes long time, I can't make a choice. My dad shows up and shouts at me, because I can't decide me. So I order nothing and my dad and I have an argument

Well that's it. I wonder where my interesting and epic dreams went off....

First entry in the my new format

Hours of sleep: 7.5 hours.
Recall: poor 1/5
Vividness: blurry 1/5

I'm in a restaurant. I get of my seat and go outsides. I steal a quad and place it at a different place. I try to hide my face, because there are a few security cameras. I leave the car-park and I'm in a different room. there is a TV who shows criminals who are on the run. I get very nervous. I wonder why i did such a crap. I don't know how I got here. But I keep on watching TV. My face isn't shown, but I have the strange feeling of being a criminal

Tonight, I try to get more sleep, maybe my recall will become better. I have to find out what the problem of this dry-spell is...

Hey

Last night was a very productive night. In this first post I present the dreams, where I just can remember some fragments, here we go!

1. I'm cleaning my carpet. It' looks very disgusting. There are everywhere used handkerchiefs, old magazines, a lot of dust. My father comes in and makes it even more dirty by watering the ground with oil. It now looks even more chaotic.
2. I'm in a house and I look for the bathroom. I had eaten something, my mouth was filled so I could not speak. I go through the corridors and everyone asks me if I'm fine, why I had my mouth filled. I couldn't answer so everyone thought, that I vomited in my mouth and I'm now looking for the bathroom xD

That's it. In the following thread are 2 other dreams, they are linked and much mor interesting than these fragments

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09/30/10



I'm sitting at a table in a fancy cafe. The fancy cafe is next to the walkway of a mall. There's a lot of orange in the colour scheme.

My mom is sitting across from me, trying to order drinks from the waiter. He's looking at her skeptically.

"...the water and flour, please." she finishes.

The waiter doesn't write anything down. He's giving me a look, Is she serious?

I put my elbows on the table and rub my temples with two fingers. "We'll get a caramel macchiato and a chai latte."

The waiter nods and flees before my mom can say anything else.

"Why did you do that?" She demands. "Everyone knows the flour is a code for getting all the components of the drink separately. I want to mix it myself."

"Do you want the latte or the macchiato?" I say flatly.

Scare Factor: 1/10

Hello
I can just remember one fragment. I think it because I'm a bit stressed and I'm not used to wake up early in the morning. I have to get used to my new sleeping patterns, which I'm elaborating only since yesterday
I'm in my own car, a friend of mine drives. The surroundings are very illogical: I see outsides different places I knew mixed together (e.g: wood+hills+town). I don't remember much of my dream, just that one of my favourites songs was played in the radio (which by the way I never hear on a radio station), my friend was singing to it, although he doesn't know this song either

Hello I don't have much time today so I will stick to the basics:
1. I'm in a field with an DC. It's in the 50's. The DC comes home (ex-prisoner of war) and looks for an particular place. I help him and we find a place behind an abounded house. We dig with our bare hands and find a door. Behind there are two or three dead bodies hidden under clothes. It's in fact an secret of someone in the near village, who has murdered before war two or three persons. The DC wants to revenge on this person by uncovering his bloody secret, because he denounced him of being a resistant during war to get rid of him.
2. I'm cleaning my carpet with an hoover, but I don't see that it isn't my real carpet (it's white and not red as it should). The hoover is very powerful and it cleans the carpet perfectly: the carpet quickly looked like new. Suddenly the hoover doesn't work anymore. I'm wondering why ans take a look on the machine itself: lints are coming out of the hoover, in fact it has imploded or something like that

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I'm switching to the five star system for a couple of reasons. For one thing, it allows you, the reader, to know which of my entries are skippable (ie: this one). For another, I'm sure it will aggravate the person who keeps one-starring my entries. You know who you are.

I hate clothes shopping. Also, "blonde" isn't in my browser dictionary. Weird.

09/25/10



I need some new clothes for job hunting. In this frame of mind, I find myself in a moderately high-end clothing store in a mall. I'm looking along the racks on the wall, and I've found what appears to be a genuinely horrifying purple-striped dress shirt. It seems fine within the dream, though. I pick up a pair of pants or two, even though they're brown and probably won't fit properly. I've decided that this store has shirts that fit really well, but I usually buy my pants at another store. I pick up another pair of jeans and head over to the changing rooms.

"Doors are unlocked, right?" I ask the salesperson behind the counter.

"What?" She looks up. She's blonde, early twenties, and has her hair pulled up into a ponytail. She looks me up and down, seemingly confused about something. I've probably switched genders in the last five seconds or something.

Time skip. I've finished trying things on. Now I'm looking at shoes.

Somebody get me out of here.

Scare Factor: Through the roof. (1/10)

Recall's a bit fuzzy. This happened in the middle of the night, and I didn't get up to write it down. In the morning, I originally woke up with the vague impression that I might have had a lucid.

Slept quite well, though. I was in a very good mood for a while.

09/24/10



Staring at a grey carpet floor, I am fully aware that I'm in a dream. I don't bother with a reality check, but I do take a moment to stabilize my surroundings (do nothing). I'm concentrating on the carpet, for some reason. Next time, I should probably focus on the rest of the room.

Nomad's RPG task is to rescue the demon boy. I imagine myself in a forest, an aura of fear tinging the air. I wait for the faint pull that will take me from one dream to the other, and

End recall.

Scare Factor: 1/10
Rating: 4/10

And then, at work, I hit myself with a crowbar in the face. Ow.

09/22/10

One gigantic funeral/conspiracy dream I don't remember. Moving on.



I think I'd been dreaming about dolls. There was, of course, something entirely creepy about them. Also, dog trainers, road trips, and friends of Zoe.

I'm walking down a short flight of carpeted steps, into the entrance hallway of a house somewhere. My foot hits the bottom step, and Oh, I think. I'm dreaming.

Reality check. I need to get back into the habit. Finger count: six.

I'mlucidI'mlucidI'mlucid, I repeat to myself, concentrating. What did I want to do, again?

Oh yeah. "Do nothing."

I sit down on the light grey carpet and place my hands palms up over my knees. I take a deep breath, and close my eyes briefly.

Everything turns a swirly grey. Alarmed, thinking I'm going to lose the dream, I open my eyes and begin touching all the surfaces in the room. Carpet, wooden bench, painted walls.

I feel that the dream is secured, and walk out through a screen door. The screen door pulls around me, warping, and I push through it.

I find myself at the entrance to a meeting place. A gym, or something. Apparently, it's for members of Nomad's shared dreaming class.

I introduce myself as "Sam", and chat with some of the other students. One girl's avatar or userpic was very pink. We ended up making out on a couch.

I'm losing lucidity, and I don't notice. One of the students is an old friend of mine, who died a couple years ago. Elaine sits beside me and whispers something in my ear.

I'm hungry. We're sitting in a cafeteria, and I have to get back to class soon. I want some vegetarian food, but the Thai place is closed, and the sushi place doesn't have anything without fish in it. Someone brings a Saskatoon Berry Pie from the restaurant next door.

Scare Factor: 2/10
Rating: 3/10

09/20/10



We're taking our lunch break. A bottle of Starbucks Frappuccino appears in my hand. It's delicious; the taste is replicated perfectly.

"Are you ready to go?" My dad asks, from the couch. He's asking if I'm ready to go back to work.

"I haven't even eaten yet!" I say, exasperated.

Scare Factor: 1/10
Rating: 1/10

Got most of my stuff packed up today. Just clothes left, mostly.

09/12/10



I'm filming a documentary about the variety of religious beliefs in our culture. My invisible cameraman and I are set up near a bus stop. I interview people and ask them to talk about their beliefs on camera.

One young woman wants me to come to her evangelical, ultra-conservative church to film and meet her minister/pastor/reverend. While this probably is a golden opportunity for me, I really don't want to go. Absolutely nothing in this scenario could possibly end well.

The woman turns into a girl I knew in high school, someone I barely ever talked to. We're going on a road trip through the US, and I'm consulting the GPS on my cell phone.

I'm walking through an airport.

Scare Factor: 2/10
Rating: 1/10

I spent most of the day packing for the move. I don't like packing.

09/11/10



Incandescent light bulbs are hanging from wires, interspersed several meters apart. It's quite dim. The dirt floor is covered in straw, and I kick up pieces of it as I walk.

I'm leaning down over a roughly made cage, which is covered in chicken wire. The top is open, and I see a few rabbits hopping about on the floor. I pick up the one that looks like my childhood pet, all white fur and red eyes. As I pet the rabbit in my arms, the dream fades around me.

Scare Factor: 0/10
Rating: 2/10

Well, that was uncharacteristic.

I wanna go back to bed. Nothing to see here, folks.

09/09/10



Misha Collins conquers the world one random act of kindness at a time.

Labyrinthine underground cities. A bluish tinge to the grand entrance halls and expansive meeting chambers. Everything carved from stone, going on into the earth for miles.

I'm sitting in a movie theatre, third row from the front, staring into space as the rest of the theatre's patrons file out. I see movement out of the corner of my eye, and I glance up at the guy standing next to me. His head is tilted to the side and he's looking at me curiously.

"Enjoy the movie?" he asks.

"It really makes you think." I allow.

He holds out a hand. "Misha."

"Sam." I say, shaking his hand. "You're one of the producers, right?"

We talk about stuff.

I wake up a few times, and I'm third person POV on a new dream. Buffy and Willow are coaching Xander through some kind of school-related interview. He has to keep eating ice from the soft drinks, or something bad will happen.

Someone says "Rosenburg" a lot, and Buffy gets lectured by a teacher for corrupting Xander and/or Willow.

Scare Factor: 1/10
Rating: 2/10

09/02/10



I pull myself out of bed, even though I really don't want to. I'm tired, and miserable, and everything's just a bit blurry. I drag myself into the kitchen and sit down, staring into space. Really, this whole thing seems a little... off.

I hold up my right hand. "Two, three, four, five, six." Seems normal. My hands are leaving little motion paths behind them, just like they would in a dream. I dismiss the phenomenon, though. The paths aren't distinct enough to really be noticeable.

Never mind that I'm sitting in the back-room kitchen of the motel my grandparents used to own. Never mind the fact that my grandma sold this place years ago.

I feel shadows forming in the corners of my mind, indicating traces of worm-like creatures on the verge of existence in the other room. I go still. If this was a dream, I could deliberately induce a nightmare. That would be fun.

Maybe I am dreaming. I'm standing behind the glass doors to the patio, looking out over the lawn and the pine trees planted around the perimeter. There's a bunch of things I could be doing if this was a dream.

I hold up my left wrist and bite down on the skin there. I catalogue my reactions. No pain, which doesn't strike me as strange, not really, because I can feel my teeth and lips on the skin there.

I'm tired.

End recall.

Scare Factor: 1/10
Rating: 3/10