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    1. Universe calling reverlation time

      by , 02-22-2016 at 07:13 PM
      D1 - Someone repeatedly tried to copy my super powers. I thought they were crazy as they were doing it all wrong
      It was a beautiful woman standing infront of a cresent moon, the moon had a yellow light on it.
      She tried seven times making a low tonal sounds. On the last attempt she succeeded.

      D2 - On holiday heading back with luggage to a car park, car was gone had to hike up a trail to another car park, feeling lost.

      D3 - Going out, on way down the stairs, look in on Sam to see if he wants to come. He is already heading out with a new mate, I feel lost again, and look for an old coat reminscent of past times.

      [Comment]
      After dream one.
      My mind is contemplating dream meaning, one syncronitiy after another coming to mind of recent times.
      Dream meaning comes to me with an accompaning strong physical sensation.
      Meaning was that not only do opposites change into each other but other elementary forces can interchange,
      such as love becomes fear, fear of losing control changes into pure love.

      I felt a burning heat that moved like larva in a tight stream up my chest. At the same time the world seem to flip between waking and dream state, with everything in waking state appearing as a dream sign and sync. My mind was a total rush, as everything seemed to become clear for a moment.
      It subsided and the sensations remained for about an hour.
    2. Fighter vs. Interviewer, Friendly Insults, Mysterious Slow Cooked Chest (14.8.14)

      by , 08-14-2014 at 01:24 AM (CHiLLEN's Dream Journal)
      DREAM 1 - 4:30AM

      I'm at my house in the bath room. I see Joe Rogan interviewing a dark skinned fighter. The fighter flips out on Joe and starts throwing punches at him. He's not happy with the way Joe criticises his guests. Joe moves out of the way of the mans attacks. I feel disgraced in the fighters actions towards Joe, as it's not a good look at all.

      When Joe was interviewing it looked dark.

      DREAM 2 - 6:30AM

      I'm at Daryl's old house sitting in the lounge room. I can see Brent Johnston and his girlfriend. Brent and I start insulting each other for fun and I say some pretty funny stuff. He comes closer to me and I see what looks like black birth marks over his arms and shoulders, but is actually a cover up of his tattoos. He tells me about laser removal of his tattoos. He mentions that to get a small area removed it will cost $1000 or $2000 for all, and then points over towards his friend showing me how much of his tattoo he got removed. His friends tattoo on his leg looked stretched and blurred.. It was still there. I assume the army has changed him or they wanted him to remove his tattoos.

      I continue insulting Brent and bring up about his goofy looking hat. Looks like a wizard hat, but at the time I was calling it a Willy Wonka hat.

      I leave the lounge room and walk into kitchen where I see his girlfriend. She's standing at the fridge and mentions about her and Brent being back together and had been broken up for some time.

      I'm back in the lounge room but this time, NAKED! There's a few people with me and I'm looking out the window. I see an old friend Josh Rooker. I embrace him and happy to see him as well as he is. He's got a candle in each hand. The candle is lit up and he is trying to prod me with them as a joke. I'm avoiding them at all costs, due to them being pointed at my arse... F THAT. I look outside and notice a car pull up with a group of people.

      I'm now in the bathroom and I'm washing my hands with soap. I see a scene of one of the people that was out the front in the car. He's a famous Croatian football player who had the whole countries weight on his shoulders. He was their hope on winning the World Cup. I see a team run onto the field. I walk into Janes room and feel as if I shouldn't be here.

      DREAM 3 - 8:55AM

      I'm at Daryl's house In the kitchen area. I'm sitting at the kitchen table and I see dogs laying on a blanket, on top of the chair. Jane tells me to put the dogs out when I get up. My brother checks for piss stains where they have been sleeping and notices a couple stains. We try and justify that it's not pee and could be something else.

      I walk outside where the veranda is and see that there's a slow cooker on the table. It's cooking some kind of stew. I think I try a small amount and think about giving some to Dad to try. I forget about that and put the lid back on. I see that there's dirty water on the lid and I think about if I should just put it on anyways, but decide to clean it.

      I'm out the front of Jason and Louise's house, next to my old house. I see the slow cooker in front of me but it's not a chest. I feel as if the chest has something magical or mysterious about it. The chest is from a TV series, and to find out what the chest has in it and the meaning of it, we have to watch the rest of the series.

      DREAM FRAGMENTS:

      1. I'm at a house and I'm with my brother and friends. We're deciding to head out for the night I think. I worry about not drinking enough distilled water. I realise I have my water distilled running and think about doing a second cycle before I go out. Water distiller jug is not made out glass. I knock it over and it makes a different sound.

      2. I'm at my house in the kitchen area and I'm explaining to my cousin Trev about my arachnoid cyst and how it effects me.

      SIDE NOTES:
      I used holo sync binaural beats to induce theta state so I could perform my mantras that way. I also put effort into my mantras before bed. I feel this helped a lot even on the first night. My head felt clear and on point upon awakening throughout the night. Not perfect but big improvement.
      Performed some SSILD but was finding it too hard to get back to sleep. Was awake for at least an hour from 5:30^
    3. Top-Down RPG Dream

      by , 07-19-2014 at 06:01 PM
      This dream was in a top down view with an old JRPG/Medieval style setting, non-lucid. I had just entered into the attic, my movement was restricted to: up, down, left or right and "use object". I started in the lower left corner of the room and since there were plenty of bad flooring I had to navigate around those spots to continue, by the mid right wall I found a book which I then selected, there was a message mid-screen saying "Spell Book: Duplicate Money. YES/NO", I did not see a problem with this and picked -YES, another message popped up "Warning, this spell is illegal to use and and a bounty will be placed on you if you continue. Do you wish to continue? YES/NO". -YES, a new message "A bounty of 200 Gold has been placed on your head by (City name)". I went over to a chest by the mid left wall where I got the message "Place money? YES/NO", I remembered how the family of the mansion I were in needed of money because the daughter was sick or something along those lines, -YES. By the top wall I found a large pile of stuff and after the 'Use object' command I was prompted to choose between three events and their only real explanation was a single picture for each. I only remember the second picture, it was of me being chased by guards out of the town. I must have spent at least half a minute trying to decide which one to pick and their prospective consequences, I didn't even consider I might be dreaming -_- . I picked the second option, I was then prompted to select between another two pictures that would determine my actions during the event, the first picture was of me running down the street holding unto many large pieces of bread-rolls while chased by guards, the second was of me running down the street carrying lots of money also while being chased by guards. I picked the bread. "Warning: You have not yet met (name of a woman), this will affect your future game. Continue? YES/NO" -NO, I then went back down into the mansion and started searching for the woman, I wanted a good ending after all. I found her in the kitchen making out with the husband of the family and I concluded they were having an affair, they threw bread at me and sent me out the front door, I was spotted by guards who probably thought that I was stealing the bread and started chasing me down the street, I managed to escape through the gate towards the forest without being caught. The scene ended and went dark, then I woke up. My first thought after waking up was "But I selected -No!!"

      Updated 07-19-2014 at 06:07 PM by 70078

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      non-lucid
    4. The Sensei channel

      by , 06-29-2014 at 06:42 PM
      Date: 28 June

      Both of us had indigestion that led to early wake and insomnia. After a long time of discomfort, I finally fall asleep for a bit.

      Funny HI: there was this really strange crazy camel monkey face that was shaved like Hulk Hogan.

      LD: Don't quite remember the beginning of the dream, but in the earliest part I find myself on the floor in the same position I was sleeping, topless and staring into a mirror. My torso is that of a ripped man though and I marvel the amount of muscle on the abs.

      As I focus on the abs, they slowly turn into the image of a fortress as my mind zooms in and transforms the scene. Here I have awareness that this is a dream, but no spike in awareness or aha moment. The castle turns into the doors of a fortress and I mentally open them. It looks much like playing a game now and I feel excited, move forward as if playing an rpg game and not moving bodily initially. The doors reveal a tunnel that splits in two sections. I am bodily present now and decide to take the right fork and enter a room. There is an ancient chest inside. This is so exciting, I'm thinking, my awareness gradually going up. I open the chest where there are two pieces of a broken Persian tablet. Lots of false memories come with the stuff - you have to gather the pieces, which fit by some sort of magnetic attraction. Two pieces are missing and I examine the rest of the chest although I know they have to be in the other room.

      At this point, the DC of this person from real life comes. She hasn't featured in many lds, but is usually an irritating DC in non-lds. Now she begins to mess with the chest and stuff and I totally dislike her being around. I try to get her to leave, telling her she has no place here and that this is my dream. She doesn't like it and produces a knife and after a bit of struggle stabs me with it. If I'm not mistaken it's in my palm. This is outrageous, and I decide to use the lucid dreamer's weapon "You are not real, the pain doesn't exist, I'm ok". She just stands there but alas I feel terrible pain. The sensation is so strong and overwhelming, I'm afraid I'm going to go into dream trance (which happened once after an intense bout of fear). Nothing against that, but I wanted to act more in the dream and now one of the effects is that everything becomes blurry and out of focus. This angers me and I tell her "See what you did, you ruined the dream".

      Not quite sure what exactly happened, but I decide to move on and continue walking around and things return to normal. It's a nice apartment now that I perceive as my parents' place. There are lots of DCs here and I interact with them but don't remember all of it. Went from one room to the other and also had some sexy thoughts but then I got annoyed with myself and dropped the matter.

      I go to the kitchen and see a classmate and think this is a good opportunity to talk to his DC and ask him why he behaves like he does. But by the time I reach him, his features change and it's another person. We still exchange a few words. There are about 6-7 DCs in the kitchen I interact with them. The first thing that makes an impression is that after saying something funny, they all start laughing in exactly the same manner, making the exact same movement. I make them laugh some more and then shout out loud to get their attention, they all look at me in the same way. One final attempt, I raise my hand to get their attention as if making a speech and now all of them do this at the same time. I find if weird that all of them do this and think about asking on DV.

      In the living room, I do the raise your hands and shout thing again and get echo replies from the DCs again. This makes me want to have a music experience where all of them sing & shout in the same enthusiastic fashion and decide that it will be cool to play "take a look around" for this effect. Not quite sure if there was previously music playing in the background or false memories, also more false memories about me preparing the place beforehand so that you can use it as desired in an ld. In this case it is possible to leave a device with a song from real life and play it in the dream. But I didn't prepare it, so I have to improvise.

      While I play the song in my mind to check if I know it correctly, I'm not confident that I will be able to fully produce it by singing so would rather rely on an external device. There's a TV nearby and I get the remote and begin searching channels for MTV. The first thing that appears on the screen once the TV turns on is a manga channel, the series they are showing is called Sensei and the whole channel is dedicated to it. I get a false memory that this channel only shows the Sensei series and the series are named after the main character. It makes sense to me now that Boss chose the name of the main character in this series. I continue changing channels, looking for MTV and shortly come across it, but the TV switches back to the Sensei channel. (It doesn't dawn to me at all that I am supposed to look for him even after seeing this! )

      A bit later I decide to give up and go near the window where there is DC. We engage in a conversation but I lose my lucidity. Soon after wake up.

      Updated 06-29-2014 at 06:50 PM by 61764

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , memorable , dream fragment
    5. An Island

      by , 12-17-2013 at 10:59 PM
      Date: 12-17-13
      Time: 8:54 P.M. - 2:16 A.M.
      Technique(s) Used: Binatural Beats
      _______________________
      I was on a raft, gently floating towards a large island.

      The raft hit the dock, and I jumped off. I was not human - my arms were much too long. Nonetheless, I began to explore the island.

      I climbed up what looked like oddly-colored bamboo shoots with speed and ease. I climbed and climbed, not caring to stop.

      Eventually, as the dream willed it, I did stop, and was near a dark cave. The ocean was to the left, for waves were splashing up near the entrance. I was human now - my arms were as they looked in the waking world. There were more shoots around, which were prompting me to climb and see what else there was. However, something else had caught my eye, and apparently a DCs as well.

      Just below the entrance, inside a small crevice, was a tiny, golden egg. I lift it up, only to feel a powerful hand shove me away. There were two other DCs there - both tall, strong men. They wanted the egg.

      The egg flew out of my hands towards the ocean when I was shoved. My arm suddenly flew out and hit one of the men smack in the head. He staggered backwards, and I guess I hit him pretty hard - he didn't know what he was doing here. I told him that he was checking out something else on the other side of the island. He seemed to have a revelation then - he made his way there, the other following suit.

      I grab the egg before it can be washed out to see, and in that moment, it hatched. Inside was a small, dark blue bird (Now that I think about it, it looked like a very small version of the flut-flut from Jak and Daxter). I held it close, gently stroking it - I didn't want it to fall back into the ocean.

      As I held the creature, loud bangs echoed from the other side of the island. Handing the bird to a DC that was close by, I went to investigate. While I walked, I noticed a few other caves, some holdin old remains, one even holding an archaic-looking chest.

      I made it to where the other two DCs had gone, and sure enough, they were digging a pathway through the island. They were just about finished - I could see the other side.

      On the other side lay a cul-de-sac.

      I woke up soon after entering.
      _______________________
      From 2:20 - 5:51 A.M., there were only a few fragments, of which I cannot remember.
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      non-lucid
    6. A Night of Human Pachinko - My first recollected, semilucid dream.

      by , 12-26-2012 at 08:13 PM
      I fell asleep last night peacefully after Christmas dinner, after all family went home expecting little to occur other than to attain rest and respite from my Girlfriend's absence, who is on a trip to Indiana now(which is very far from our home city of Albuquerque). As I slowly dosed off, I couldn't really remember or realize I was in any dream till I woke up at 7 AM today, took my dog out to use the restroom, then came back in and got in bed. It was then, once I lost consciousness, my first semi-lucid dream occurred...

      I'm sitting in a rather abstract living room that gives off an aura of being similar to one of my good friend's living rooms. I'm sitting on a couch awkwardly positioned in front of a large screen television, playing a Super Mario game with children with no easily recognizable identity. Having fun at first I slowly realize that I don't actually have controller in hand, and that every child there is slowly disappearing. Not concerned, I continue to (somehow) play the game regardless until no one is in the room playing with me. At this point, a person with a face walks in, though it isn't a face I necessarily recognize. She's a women, seemingly in her late twenties to early thirties. She gives me the impression of being a family relation, though one I've not encountered before. She begins questioning me about what I'm doing. In response I attempt to explain Super Mario from the perspective of someone trying to get her to play along with me, seeing as all other players have disappeared. I get around half way finished doing this when suddenly I seem to have teleported into the TV, yet Super Mario isn't what's on display anymore. Instead, I'm greeted with the sight of a face-less -shapeless crowd-like entity, looking on into an arena in which I, and many others are standing, wearing color coated clothing (Though I can't recall the colors now, I know they varied from groups of people and were all similar to single color unitards). Some men were stuffed into very tightly fitting hamster-balls, requiring them to curl up into a tight human ball in order to fit. Then suddenly a burst of joy came from the crowd as one of the human balls were loaded up into the first section of a strange device. It glowed red, and appeared to have the aesthetic of an old treasure chest, if that same treasure chest had been imported to the TRON universe, and then re-styled graphically to fit in with a rather cartoonish color pallet, just like the rest of this dream now. However, as they pressed a trigger to launch the first person fourth into a now revealed massive ball-rollercoaster, the machine stopped functioning. A loud yell called over to me over an announcement speaker, informing me that it was my duty to fix the machine. Knowing not what to do, I ran over, jumped on top of the machine, hunched over like a spider to retain balance, and stomped on it. It worked. The human-hamster-ball was catapulted fourth with great speed and power, shooting down tracks as if on an oil-slick. Then suddenly, bam, smacks right into the second non-functioning part of the ride. Exactly like the red chest, this new chest only differed in the sense that it glowed yellow. Fixing it in the same manor I fixed the red one, the hamsterballman was launched once more from red to yellow, this time flowing through yellow and somehow speeding up like crazy, even blasting through a loop in the track without losing any momentum. Then in a third instance of failure, he smashed into both a wall and a third chest, this one green, at the same time. Backtracking all the way through the strange game-track, I ran over to the green chest, mounted and stomped on it, noticeably needing to do more than previous to get the chest to function. However, it was fixed, just like all the rest. Looking back down to the beginning of the track, I saw that the hamsterballman's hamsterball had broken. He was slowly fading away, everyone panicking, yet another man preparing to get into a light turquoise hamsterball. Rushing down to the scene, I warned the light blue hamsterball man of his fate. I suddenly felt a friend-like bond to this man, despite not truly knowing his face. I remember he had a goatee, and dual pony tails. He had dirty blonde hair, and a freckled dirty face, that if anything else, reminds me of a genderbent pippy long-stocking. He simply nodded in response to my warnings however, got into his ball, and was loaded by the others into the machine. He was launched. Red catapulted him to yellow, yellow launched him through the loop at higher speed, he hit green and was seemingly bound to the wall with a strange green oily substance that let out a strange syrup-like smack as he ran up the wall. He then made it to the cat walk, where I remember faintly a light purple door awaiting him on the rafters. Yet unfortunately I don't know what became of this man, seeing as I woke up shortly after that, and began writing this.
    7. Dark Masquerade

      by , 02-24-2012 at 02:44 AM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      My friend and I were hanging out. We had just woken up from a long night of partying.

      "Where were you last night?" She asks groggily.

      "What do you mean?" I ask.

      "You left for like, several hours, we couldn't find you."

      I didn't remember leaving them, but I also didn't remember...a giant chunk of time from last night. I started thinking about the possible reasons as to why I wouldn't remember last night. I've never been one to drink to the point of blacking out. I know self control, and never go that far.

      "You were with some guy, who worked in the theater," she adds quietly, "he was wearing a red mask, and was really weird."

      I remembered.

      I remembered a theater. I remembered him and his strange demeanor. I remembered being trapped.

      I recalled that he had been wearing a red dragon mask and a strange red dress suit combination.

      "I think I left something there," I responded.

      "At his house?"

      "At his theater..." But I couldn't recall exactly what it was. All I knew was that some form of malicious deception had taken place.

      I recalled the route to his theater, which was located off the side of the street. It was an old theater with a deep mahogany stage and bright red curtains. I navigated my way there.

      I instinctively didn't want him to see me. I wanted to take what was mine and leave.

      The problem was that I didn't really know what was mine. I was here on an instinct, blindly following intuition.

      I hid in the rooms behind the theater. I could hear people talking, and was sure that I recognized his voice among the group.

      I navigated my way to his stage room.

      Against one side of his room was a red bed. Next to it was a chest. I felt like what I needed to get at was in the chest.

      There were a bunch of books on his bed about stage and theater theory.

      I quietly moved towards the mahogany chest.

      I heard the doorknob twisting.

      FUCK.

      I jumped on his bed and quickly began to pretend to be reading his book about theater theory.

      The door slowly creaked open.

      "Well, look who's back," he said, as a malignant smile slowly crept onto his face.

      I was flooded with memories.

      "What you reading there?" He asked sarcastically.

      "This...erm, your book...on...the theater of theory...I mean, the theory of theater...I find it really interesting."

      "Well then, you can have it," he responded.

      His eyes darted towards the mahogany chest.

      "Fuck you," he sneered in a savagely threatening tone, and with a hint of wicked intentions he locked the door behind him.

      Spoiler for Sleep Graph for Feb 23th:
    8. shot in the chest; incongruent noise; sharing company ideas

      by , 09-25-2011 at 02:24 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was in a "Quentin Tarantino movie." I think it was supposed to be like Inglourious Basterds, like in the final scene between the young man and the young woman in the film booth.

      I was some kind of spy. I may have been a man in my forties, with a big, curly moustache. I may have a tiny bit overweight, and I may have been wearing an overcoat and a fedora.

      I was sneaking through some building, trying to find and kill some woman, but also trying to escape her so she couldn't kill me. I went through a series of rooms like rooms in a mansion, even though this building was a multi-floor building, like some kind of museum.

      I eventually found the woman working in a room like a film booth. The woman had her back turned to me. I may have been supposed to kill her. But I suddenly realized that I had to get out of here before she noticed me and started chasing me, to kill me.

      I knew that there really wasn't any way out of this building, or at least no secret way that the woman wouldn't be able to get to long before I did. But I still went running away through the building, not looking for a way out, necessarily, but at least looking for a way to put distance between me and the woman.

      But, for some reason, I almost purposely walked myself into a series of rooms that weren't just a dead end, but were a very short series of dead ends. I walked through one bedroom-like area, well-lit with natural light, then down a case of red-carpeted stairs. I ended up in a very small bathroom.

      The bathroom barely had enough space for me to turn around in. The light was dim and incandescent, and most of the room seemed to be coated in yellow-beige tiles that faded into a dark brown at their edges. There was also a turquoise-colored towel.

      I knew I had absolutely walked myself directly into a dead end. I knew the woman would catch up to me any time now. Yet I thought I would hide in the bathroom forever, or until the woman had gotten past me.

      I knew that wouldn't work, though, and that the woman could easily find me. I just decided to leave the bathroom and face the woman.

      I walked out of the bathroom. About halfway up the steps I noticed that the woman was standing over the top of the steps, off to their side, leaning over a waist-high railing bordering the staircase.

      The woman looked young, maybe in her early twenties. She was pale skinned, with an oval-shaped, soft face. She had light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, pale blue eyes, and eyeglasses. She wore a green sweater and blue jeans. She actually seemed kind of nice and nerdy. But she was levelling a pistol at me.

      At first, out of fear from having the gun pointing straight at me, I backed down a couple steps, like I was going back to the bathroom. But I realized that everything was over for me, and that I should at least be brave enough to face my fate. So I started walking back up the steps.

      The woman seemed ready to shoot me. She didn't really want to wait until I got up the steps. She said, "Where do you want it? In the stomach?" She pointed the gun toward me stomach. "Or in the chest?" She pointed the gun toward my chest.

      For some reason I "kind of" thought about my back, and how I thought the most efficiently killing shot would be one that went through "my back." But I couldn't quite get the concept of "my back" through my head. But I did think that my chest was close enough to "my back" to give me a pretty efficient death.

      I told the woman to go ahead and shoot me in the chest. So she levelled the gun at my chest. I spread my chest out, so I could take the shot bravely, hopefully without flinching.

      The woman shot me. I flew up into the air. I may have been falling down the stairs. But it really felt like I was just floating in the air, in a kind of "laying on my back" position, except with my head and maybe my legs bowed down a little bit, so I wasn't completely flat.

      The woman said, "Well, that's all over, then. Thanks for being so cooperative about letting me get this over with!" She cheerfully walked toward the exit of the room.

      I replied, "Oh, no problem. Thanks for being so nice and giving me a choice of where I could be shot."

      Dream #2

      I was standing in a hallway of a house. The house was kind of short, just a little alcove really, between a few rooms and the living room. The hallway was lit with incandescent light. To my right was the living room. The living room wasn't lit at all.

      I was examining some papers in my hands when I heard some weird noises. It was like jangling glass and metal, like people were shuffling some stuff around or breaking stuff. But it sounded a little bit far away, like maybe one or two rooms separated from the living room.

      I wondered if someone was breaking into this house. I was kind of afraid to go check, even though I knew I'd probably have to.

      But then I looked out into the living room, to a computer out on a desk. The computer was playing some kind of show or visual program. It looked like a bunch of papers shuffling around on some kind of classical desk.

      I could now tell that the sounds were coming from the computer. It seemed kind of weird to me that the visual program of papers shuffling on a desk would be accompanied by the sound of glass breaking and metal bars jangling and shuffling around.

      But I think I figured that if I got closer to the computer, to see what the visual program was really all about, it would probably all make a lot more sense to me.

      Dream #3

      I sat in something like a conference room, at the right side a long, oval or rectangular table. I sat positioned directly across the table from the door into the conference room. To my left sat a woman who kind of looked like Camille Paglia, except taller and heavier.

      The woman's hair was in a really bad fashion, about six inches long, but feathered all around her head like a bowl. She was probably wearing a terrible outfit -- some kind of circus-peanuts-orange blouse, a silver pendant with a black stone in the middle of it, and some kind of chunky, tweed skirt.

      I had at least one notebook and a bunch of papers. I was sharing ideas about companies with the woman. I don't think the woman worked with corporations. But I think she worked a lot with ideas in general. So I wanted to throw my ideas about companies out to her as being just about ideas in general.

      Suddenly a tall, overweight, pale, bald businessman came walking into the room. He was apparently my boss -- even though I didn't have a job anymore. The woman left for some reason or another. The man eyed the woman and me with jealousy.

      I felt like I shouldn't have been sharing my ideas with this woman. Instead, I should have been sharing them with my boss (or ex-boss). I got all sheepish, panicky, and stuttery. I stood out of my chair and pulled up one of my notebooks.

      I told my (ex-)boss, "Y--y--you see, I was just talking to her about Lockheed Martin. You see, I've pulled some ideas together about the company." (I may have said "LMT," and not "Lockheed Martin.")

      When I mentioned Lockheed Martin, the man made a kind of impressed, humming-grunting sound. Encouraged, I went on. I flipped through a few pages in my notebook, explaining some stuff about Lockheed Martin that I don't remember at all anymore.

      Most of the pages were written in black ink. But I got to one page where I'd written on three themes regarding "LMT." Each theme was written in a different color. There was a red section, then a blue section, then a green section.

      Each section was separated from the next by a line, which may have had the title for the next section or theme. This line may have always been written in red ink.

      Updated 09-25-2011 at 02:27 PM by 37466 (Not sure how I managed to spell "absolutely" as "abasutely.")

      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. Spider on My Chest and Banging a Chick at a Restaurant

      by , 07-29-2011 at 09:16 AM
      Dream 1

      I was talking to my mum in my house. I went upstairs but then I realised I had a spider on my chest. I got scared and jumped down the stairs to tell my mum to get it off. I'm not proud of that dream at all.

      It was just on my chest and I couldn't see it as it was crawing up. Then I woke up.

      Dream 2

      I was at a nice restaurant with two girls one of which I was dating and the other was her friend. The one I was dating was very quiet and the other was talking al lot (I think). The loud one looked like Sandra Bullock. I figured if my dates not going to do anything then forget it. So I asked her "Hey you wanna have sex?"

      And she said "Oh yes!" We went to the toilet and got busy. Then I left on a train.
    10. two-floor house, karaoke books, packed house

      by , 11-18-2010 at 12:55 PM
      Good morning, everybody. I recall three dreams from "last night" -- although these dreams all come from about the last hour that I was in bed.

      Dream #1

      I was in "my house," which was a two-floor house. I was in a bedroom on the second floor of the house. The curtains were pulled back. Outside, the sky looked grey and cold.

      I may have just moved into this house. I was kind of surprised that I had so much space. I'd never had this much space in my life. Still, the place wasn't huge. It was two floors, but it was rather narrow.

      Nevertheless, as I walked down the stairs to the first floor, I thought that people would see a guy like me living in a place like this, and, getting jealous, they'd try to break into my place.

      I tried to think of what I could do to prevent a break-in. I thought I would never use anything I owned while sitting near a window on the second floor. That way nobody would ever see that I actually owned anything.

      I thought that the only thing I would do on the first floor would be to watch TV, even though I thought that would be dangerous, too. But I figured that everybody owned a TV. So why would anybody want mine, too?

      I considered what I would watch on TV. I wondered if I had cable TV. I hadn't owned a TV in quite some tiime. Maybe everybody got cable TV nowadays. Or maybe, I thought, this place was like a hotel. And all hotels had cable TV. I may have considered watching some porn.

      Dream #2

      I was in a living room of an apartment with a group of friends, none of whom I recognize. The friends were all young, pretty cool. The living room was a little dim, as if it were lit only from a light in the hallway, around a corner.

      I sat on the floor before a coffee table that was set against the wall. A stereo stood on the coffee table. Cluttered before the stereo were huge binders full of lists of karaoke songs.

      I had one book open and was flipping through the pages, trying to find a particular song. But the book was full of pictures instead of titles. Each page may have had two or three CD-sized pictures on each side. One picture I remember of a person (man?) standing over a dark landscape under a purple sky.

      There were so few pictures per page and so few pages in this book, that I thought the chances were slim of my song being in this book. And I couldn't figure out how the songs were arranged: not in alphabetical order, but in some kind of picture order -- if they were, in fact, in any order at all.

      I concluded that my song wasn't in this particular book. Somebody may have taken the book from me. I shuffled through some of the other books. I may now not even have been able to remember what song I wanted to sing.

      The covers of the binders were all really awesome. They had all kinds of flaming designs of people,guitars, and monsters. Each binder held song lists for a specific genre of music, and the picture on the front represented the genre. Sometimes the picture actually had the name of the genre written above it in fancy lettering.

      I finally chose a certain binder, figuring this was the genre of music I wanted to sing, so that the song I'd been looking for all along would probably be in this binder.

      Dream #3

      I was at "my house," an apartment on the upper floor of a big building. The apartment probably had a living room and two or three bedrooms.

      The apartment was busy with a few other people, probably all older than me, some of them somewhat older. There weren't a lot of people in the apartment, but the craziness of their actions made it feel like the place was stuffed with people. The living room was bright, frenetic, and totally messy.

      The apartment was all mine, but the people who were here right now were trying to move in and stay here. For some reason, I really wasn't doing much about it.

      Just off from the living room was a small, bright hallway. At the end of the hallway was a little niche, in which was set a white, wood chest of drawers. The chest was a little more than a meter tall, and maybe 2/3 of a meter wide.

      Some old, short, fat, white man with a balding head, scraggly, grey hair, and a loose, stubbly face, had one of the drawers open and was crowding me away from it. I was fighting the man, trying to get him out of my stuff. This was my chest, and the man had no right messing around with it.

      But the man kept shoving me off. He was pouring stuff into the top drawer from out of a garbage bag. The old man himself may have been wearing a weird outfit that looked like a mix between a potato sack, long underwear, a mattress, and a garbage bag.

      I looked into the drawer. It looked like there were a bunch of small, empty,glass vials inside. It looked like vials that had once held drugs. I got really mad. Was this guy pouring garbage bags full of drugs and drug paraphernalia all over my house?