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I can't remember most of this dream hardly

Dream Fragment: I'm watching this commercial, but not on a TV, like as if it's being performed for me in front of me. It's for anti bullying and when the adults talk to the kids the kids act concerned about bullying being a problem, but when the adults turn to each other and talk amongst themselves the children begin to bully and get evil looks on their faces with bad intent. They are manipulators, So I just fucking tune out and walk away and every one including the commercial adults get offended like I have no empathy. I just know better I tell them and look straight into the children's eyes, and they look back with surprise.

So me my sister some friends and my grandma are walking down this old street that looks like Hollywood area, It feels so chilly and news papers are being blown everywhere. My grandma tells us we are going to taco bell and she is going to buy us lunch. We follow her into the this door into a taco bell, it's pretty crowded but not too bad. She gets in line and we go to this table and everyone sits down. My grandma comes back pretty fast with like this huge box full of burritos and stuff. I notice every one already has sodas, and some are sitting there for anyone, but i didn't want regular soda, I was at taco bell so I wanted a baha blast. I ask my grandma for a cup so I can get some, she asks me what the hell that is. I tell her it's a drink, she tells me okay and that she wants to try it, so I go to the back were the soda things are and these young kids are just standing everywhere over here and they aren't moving and they are giving me dirty looks, I ignore them but they make me feel uneasy. Then I fill my cup with baha blast, and struggle to find the proper size lid for it, then I finally do but I accidentally grab three stacked together, I feel them all still staring at me, I throw away the one on top and on bottom and take the middle one and I feel their stares intensify and them pissed because I threw away two lids, I think to myself I neeed to hurry and get away from these people. So I try to put the lid on but it seems so difficult, I try to snap it on from every side but it goes down slow, then I have to get a straw, why is there so many sizes, and some clear ones and red ones and the blue ones are way too long for like slushees or something. I decide the white ones with the blue lines is the perfect one, and by this time I hear the kids and their parents mumbling about me and making psh noises, I feel like such a fool, so I stumble to put it all together and I spill some baha blast on me and the counter and I know they expect me to clean it up but I just wanted to get away from them so I left as I hear them mumbling about how I left a mess, then I got back to our table and I feel relieved and I let my grandma try my baha blast and she likes it, and I eat the last burrito.

Original journal entry dated Oct. 4th, 2002:

Had a dream about a futuristic setting, boys and girls school, somehow involving rival baseball teams and two best friends. Two guys. Well, supposedly two guys. Then one of the rival teams tries to bully one of them, he fights back, scuffle, gets in trouble, etc. For some reason the school is segregated and he does not know his friend is a girl. Finds out in the locker room by accident. Weird romance ensues.

Second dream, somehow in it got captured by a band of rogues, one of the men tried to attack me, I ran to the leader who knocked the guy around a little and made it clear to leave me alone. Which would've been comforting except for the whole belonging-to-him thing, if you know what I mean. Not so bad, he was handsome, long blonde hair, nice bod, nice face, etc. Generally a weird dream.

Original journal entry dated Oct. 15, 2002:

Dreamt that I was lying on a bed, in a bedroom. Full or queen-sized bed, with a comforter with a flower pattern. As it was dark in the room, I could not see the color of the comforter clearly, I believe perhaps it was mostly a brown or tan with hints of purple or green.

It was dark, and the air smelled as if there had just been a storm, or perhaps there was about to be one. I could hear the sound of branches rustling and bamboo clacking just outside the window, possibly in the back-yard. I could see the shadows of tree leaves playing on the ceiling. I was comfortable and happy.

In the dream, I dozed off. When I woke again, it was morning, the room was full of golden-ish light. The carpet was a gold color. I heard someone in the kitchen, presumeably cooking.

Original entry on March 18, 2008:

So first I dreamed about this one river, and it was very very polluted, and these guys decided to go fishing. Only they found this one invisible island. At first it seemed like a really wonderful, idyllic place, and this nice old lady invited them inside.

Note: if a "nice old lady" invites you ANYWHERE, it's a good idea not to go. In fact, run really fast in the opposite direction.

Anyway, so of course they listened to her, and they went into this house and down these stairs into this, like, underground mansion thing. Which seemed really great and everything at first, but then they started to notice discrepencies in stuff that they didn't notice at first. The woman had a pet dog, like a big mastiff, only it seemed a little strange sometimes, like it couldn't quite fit entirely inside of its form. Like sometimes the walls would flicker, or there'd be stains where there shouldn't be, or the furniture or the stuff hanging in the closet would seem really weird for a second, that sort of thing. Then one of them made the mistake of looking behind the shower curtain and there were a bunch of skinned bodies hanging there. So all of the sudden the illusion fell away and they realized that they were in a structure made entirely of bones and decomposing bodies and other stuff like that, the remains of people and animals and stuff. She'd fed some of them to her "dog", which was actually this huge demonlike thing. So anyway, she turned out to be a pretty ooglay monster thing herself, and chased them. They jumped into the river and managed to get to their village. The mayor, who was a woman, and looked strangely... well, familiar... led an expedition to the island with a bunch of big tough guys, only when they got there the place was deserted and all of the bones and stuff were dried up.

Ok, dream number two, there's this really busy police office and they're trying to catch this one serial killer dude who's responsible for a bunch of really gruesome murders. But well the police office is really busy, and they're very overworked and everything. They get this call from this one woman who seems to sort of be freaking out, there's a bunch of growling and snarling in the background that sounds like really pissed off dogs, and she's asking them to send people over. The cops are like, "We're really busy and we'll send animal control, ok?" and then they hang up before she can say anything. So the woman's stranded on the bed with her two kids, and she DOES own a doberman, only it's sort of dead right now because she's being attacked by evil vicious snarling demon-babies. And one of them goes after her kid so she winds up wrestling with it and it sinks its teeth into her arm.
So the cops are looking at this newspaper clipping later on, and the headline is "Woman And Children Found Dead In Bedroom, Eaten". And they chalk it up to this serial-killer who's been going around. They just can't seem to catch the guy.

I don't recall much of my dreams last night.

I recall a group of children, and one of them had a chainsaw, and I was trying to warn them that the chainsaw was dangerous, but they weren't taking me seriously. I looked away as the one with the chainsaw started swinging it at the crowd.

And then... people who turned into cans of mush? Looked kind of like canned pumpkin. I don't recall why, except that some of the cans were diseased, and they were needed to defeat some sort of evil ghost by piling all of the mush on top of it, and all of this was taking place on a boardwalk above a nasty polluted pond. I also recall a very gaunt woman with stringy blonde hair.

There was a lot of blood involved. Otherwise, my dreams were disjointed.

Then, I dreamed I was buying a bike. The store I was wandering around in also had a grocery section. I was looking for something specific there, but I don't remember what, and then my mother was grocery shopping with me.

Sept. 18, 2003:
I had this dream that I was back in my aunt's old house, and there were all of these zombies everywhere. And they weren't stupid, shuffling zombies, even though they were all nasty looking, they were cunning and intelligent zombies. They'd plan traps and pull all kinds of tricks and stuff, and this made them far more dangerous than your average zombie. And of course, the old standby - get bitten by a zombie, and you turn into a zombie.

So I'm holed up in this house, and there are zombies everywhere, and of course houses are not terribly secure, especially old ones. And this person busts in, and I think he's a zombie so I try to kill him, but it turns out he's one of the few people left who's still human... his name is, of all things, Sniper, and he's a sharpshooter. He's also a total asshole, but that's beside the point.
The problem - we have several guns (Sniper's are very nice and very deadly, mine's a worn out rifle and a pistol) but very little ammunition. The odds that this house has ammunition are slim to none. If we go outside to get it, we're toast. I have a feeling that Sniper sees me as a minor annoyance/possible human shield, at best. Especially since I have a habit of forgetting to reload the shotgun and running out of ammunition at the worst possible time.
Anyway, we secure the house as much as possible, you know the drill - board up the windows, etc. Except we're gonna run out of stuff to board windows up with, so we decide to secure a smaller but tactically crucial section of the house. By this point we're running pretty low on ammunition, although I've gotten a few chances to prove that I'm not completely worthless. Just mostly.
So once everything's secured, someone knocks on the front door. Sniper opts to open it since he has much better aim than I do. So he cracks the door open, and there's a woman standing out there, and she's obviously a zombie. But she pleads with him a little bit, says she only wants some money, that she needs to feed her kids (who are little zombie-lings by this point). So Sniper, in an odd fit of human compassion, opens the door to pass some money through, and the two evil children attack him. He shoots them before they can bite him or anything and the mother runs away, dropping a pistol that happened to be fully loaded. So we're like “cool, ammo”.
So then I had to go down into the basement, I don't remember why, I think it was to look for food and see if there was any ammunition down there (even though odds are, there was not), and I get freaked out when I see this zombie (the one from earlier) trying to get in through the basement windows... she can't, though, because there's a metal grating over them. So I grab what I need (no ammo down there) and run upstairs again. And that's when the dream sort of faded out.

Original journal entry dated Feb. 22, 2002:

Ok, to begin with, I had a nightmare (what's new?) that I lived all alone in a weird dorm with a basement that had creepy stuff in it. I had a cat, too, but wasn't supposed to. It was a very sweet cat. It was like Abby, only gray.
Then my dream shifted, and I dreamt I was a grandmother. We had packed our two grandchildren (both boys) up into the car when I noticed that one of them looked sort of funny. As in, you know. Headless. So, naturally, I started shrieking at the top of my lungs until my husband came over and showed me he was ok. Apparently, I'd been mistaken (about him being, like, headless). Then I looked over and the OTHER one was missing the same vital part of his anatomy. So, again, I flipped out. At the end of the dream, it turned out that I'd been hallucinating... not that this was much comfort.

The worst part about the nightmare was that I'd wake up, look around, check what time it was, then go to sleep and resume the same horrible dream. This continued from about 7 a.m. until 9:30.

Original entry dated Feb. 16, 2002:


Nightmare #1:
I had a nightmare that I was in this deserted ruined city-place, and there was nuclear ash everywhere. The city was quasi-inhabited by the ghosts of children, who told me that I couldn't leave because nobody leaves. I tried to leave anyway, by climbing over a crumbled wall and biking down a deserted and shattered highway. I could bike a LOT faster in my dream than in reality - in fact, I was amazed by the speed at which I was going. There was something nameless and terrifying behind me, and I didn't want to look back because I knew that if I did I'd see nothing there but a tremendous wall of brute evil force... like a visual shock-wave from a bomb blast... and then I opened up my eyes, I was lying in bed in the pitch-black and felt something sitting at the edge of my bed. Something like a man but not a man. It terrified the hell out of me. I could feel it there like... a dead weight... solid as a rock. I was paralyzed with fear, but finally gathered the courage to lunge for the light. When I turned it on - of course nothing was there. Perhaps that was when I really woke up and the nightmare ended, or at least I hope so.

Nightmare #2:
There was a house that was - how can I put it? - unfolded. It existed in more than three dimensions, so to speak, and was very frightening to experience. There were ghosts living in it. There seem to be a lot of ghosts in my dreams. One of them was a sort of... respectable old gentleman, who would be kindly if he weren't so sinister in a way. The house was a labyrinth, and I kept getting lost and becoming very afraid.

Nightmare #3:
I had a nightmare that I had died. In it, my mother and brother and I lived in an old Victorian mansion. I couldn't move on, and wanted very badly to communicate with them, but the only time I could was that split second when they hovered between sleep and waking. At night I was chased by hell-hounds, and was sort of held back by things that I thought of in my dream as "death-bones".

I had 2 pets, a cat and a dog, and was at a ranch house. I was out in the yard with the 2 pets and T was there. He was upset about us messing around in his garden area. The garden itself was quite odd in the fact that it was modular. T and another were moving large square sections of sod and soil to expand the garden.

Later i was in the house and instead of pets I had two children. A boy and a girl. I was there reading a Dr.Seuss book to them before they went to bed. After leaving my dream changed to veiw to myself simply being a spectator.

The two kids were still in the room, but they had a handheld radio that another kid was saying rude things over directed at the girl. Then there was another girl there telling them that she was sorry for the way Ghost was acting. That Ghost was just a jerk and to ignore him.

I'm on a bus with Daz and Josh D(D&J). We get dropped off near Blitz. Josh grabs a hose and places it on the side of the road. He turns on the hose so it's shooting over the top of the road. I run across the road with them and I get wet from the hose. I'm walking up hill, heading towards Josh's work friends house. I suddenly realize I have have not bought my going-out clothes, and I'm furious.

I'm now in a room with D&J and random people. Josh is having a dig at me for some reason and is making fun of me using face wash etc. Daryl takes notice of his rudeness and isn't too impressed with Josh. I don't bite back at all and just let Josh dig his own grave by allowing him to keep assaulting me for no reason.
I see Josh on the ground, and he's tickling a child on the ground in a playful manner. The father picks up the child off of the ground and threatens the child and tells the driver about what had happened.

I walk into a bedroom which is suppose to be a bus. Josh's goes over to the bed to claim it, while Daz and myself sit on the chairs. I ask Josh about what was being said earlier, so he could dig himself even more of a hole.
I look through the window of the room and see a beautiful golden door that looked like a hand was coming out, like a 3D effect. It had pictures of people around the door and soon realized it was a Scientology building. I look to the side of the building to see how big the place is, and it's a decent sized building. I tell D&J, wouldn't it be interesting to see what is on the other side of that door. Daz says something that isn't in favor of the teaching of Scientology.

We're on another bus, with a lot of other people. I see a little Asian child, and she is repeating something over and over. The bus goes quite, and I break the silence by saying what the child said earlier. Everyone starts laughing, but especially the lady in front of me. It was one of those delayed laughs that end up being very hilarious. 2 Asian ladies leave the bus and I assume that they're the mother of the child but they're not.
I see a baby running up and down the bus pulling on her belly button, which extends 6-7 inches out of her stomach. She seems to be stroking it. I feel a little sickened and so does the guy across from him. I begin to wake up and try to DEILD, but I couldn't hold back my laughter, from thinking about what I just saw, and fail to DEILD.

1. I was in a part of a neighborhood of where I used to live about ten years ago IWL, I’d only been there once or twice. I’m walking away from a house, and suddenly slow down to take in things around me. Things come more into focus. I look down beside the sidewalk and see some yellow(?) and purple tulips growing.

2. About a strange family. In one room, two people are having sex. The one on top kisses the other, who freezes. The one on top thinks it’s because they don’t like it, but it’s actually because they were surprised by it, because the top one apparently had a hangup about kissing? Something about shark teeth??

Someone is outside the door spying through some opening on the door.

Something about a little boy.

3. I find some manga on the bottom of one of mom’s bookshelves and wonder what they’re doing there, since she doesn’t read them. Except that they’re longer, wider and thinner than manga. At least one of them was Sailor Moon, and there were four I think. I take them out and away, after scooping a few other bits up into my arms to leave. There was a yellow card and a white paper?

Notes: Soo I wonder if my practicing awareness is why I slowed down in #1 and focused? :O The shark teeth in #2 could come from Rin in Free!.

9/20/2013, 22:00-5:00

I was reading the book "Exploring the World of Lucid Dreams" a lot before bed. I also meditated a bit. Also, I drank some water before bed, and thought some mantras in bed before sleeping. All of this got me two dreams and a lucid!

Dream 1:

I was in school. I was sitting in some teacher's class, to the left side of the class room. I was noticing a girl to the right and one desk behind me. That's all I really remember.

Wake Up:

I woke up at 3:43, and stayed up until 3:46. Pissed and drank some water during that time.

Lucid Dream:

Regular Dream Lucid Dream

I was in a dream about politics. I think there was something about Obama's Affordable Care Act in it. There also might have been something about someone's butt. I think these two absurdities, combined with what I did before sleep, caused me to become lucid. I remember feeling a small rush of energy this time, so I wasn't really that lucid, but lucid nonetheless. I fell out of bed, trying to go through the floor of my bedroom, but I just landed on the floor and started "lagging" in and out of the floor :/ . I then tried to crawl to my door, but the dream faded before I could get there.

Dream 2:

I was in this sort of hotel-children-summer-camp thing. I was one of the mentors. This kid, who looked exactly like L from this summer came over to me and said he had to pee. I brought him to the bathroom, and Lucas and I went in too, for some reason. L started peeing, but he then "couldn't control" it, and he started pissing EVERYWHERE! He pissed on the walls, he pissed on the door, he even pissed on ME! Then, while this was happening, a black kid came through the door (probably another kid from this summer) and saw what was happening. He just closed the door and ran, while the bathroom was getting pissed on by the damn Lucas doppelganger. The dream ended there.

1. I’m at a library flipping through a thick, floppy book. I stop when I see an entry on No.6 (with a chest-up picture of anime!Shion). Apparently it’s some sort of reference book.



There were notes by people written on the back(?) of the book. Two said, in the same handwriting and not far from each other, ‘No.6 season 2’. I show it to the person with me, who is apparently grumpy. I don’t think I ever actually see this person.

‘I miss you nanna.’ Was another of the messages. There were a few similar dedications with a word starting with ‘n’ in it.

We try to find the publish date at the beginning because we’re wondering why No.6 is in the book so soon. It says 2008.

I’m watching an anime I’ve never seen before and am unfamiliar with IWL. I feel and hear a guy behind me telling a girl that I’m watching an anime and he’s going on about it, it’s distracting. (I don’t think it was actually anime though, the style was off.)

I went to turn the TV off but couldn’t find the button. Actually, there was one labeled OFF but the person with me, told me that that wasn’t it. It turned out to be a square black button on the bottom right on an inlaid panel.

~I look up at the TV and think how, since I’m not watching it, I may as well turn it off. But I look back and see a bunch of people, and think that since the TV is so loud, turning it off will make the silence really thick.

2. A woman hanging out with her family, then goes to pick up a boy waiting grumpily in a van. She looks mid-age with shoulder length auburn hair.

Inspiration: I meant to look up up my old lucids from 2008 and thought about it before bed. No.6 actually came out in 2011. Besides seeing No.6 posts on my Tumblr dash often, I listened to the anime opening/ending last night before bed.

I was seeing a race track, and I could see the circle where the pits were. This is where the stock cars race as a side show before the big race happens.

I was in a class room with it full of children. We were all racing in our cars around the class room. I was racing competitively and was over taking a lot of kids. The teacher wouldn't let me race the next race because she said that people were surprised that you were lapping them. I waited a few moments to see if she would let me race after a short period on the side lines, this wasn't the case. I explained to her that it was unfair as it's in my genes to give 100% in anything thing and everything I do, nothing less. I added that I could help it as it's just the way I am. I've always been the competitive type.

I was now outside (Daytime). I saw a car, and I walked towards it and noticed my Mum was in there. She got out of the car and was holding a football (AFL ball). I wasn't in the mood to have kick the ball to one another because of what happened in the class room. I bit the bullet, and ended up having a kick of the ball. It felt as if It was half flat.

I’m down an isle at Walmart looking at these colored square boxes with cloth covering (x) on a shelf. Before I saw them, I’d been looking at some other shape. The boxes have voices coming out of them, spewing phrases. The label on the blue one (that seemed a more purple color before) has a paper for it that says the voice is Uchiha Sasuke in bold.

My sister, Rane, was talking to a person at a nearby checkout desk about a faulty fancy lamp with several small lighbulbs (at least six). I was tweaking them, trying to get them to work, and the lights kept flickering at different levels, but none of them very brightly. There was another smaller lamp nearby that she could alternatively get, but she wanted the bigger one.

Two girls down the box isle ask me to call their mom to come there because they want to buy two necklaces. I gather the pieces on them in my hand - they’re flat, colorful gems with metal working around the edge. One is bigger than the other and I wonder if the other girl won’t be jealous, but neither one seems dissatisfied.

I call the number the girls give me (had a 7 in it). A woman answers but doesn’t seem to be their mom.

“Does a woman and two kids live there? I’m looking for a…” I look to the girls while covering the speaker. “What’s your mom’s last name?”

They tell me - it has some l’s (like four) in it at the beginning and end.

“Okay, I can’t pronounce that.” I try anyway over the phone.

The woman says, “You mean Becky L____? She’s next door helping out.” Apparently with a rummage sale?

I tell her the situation and she goes to get her. I hear her tell someone in the background, “I gotta go get my roomie.”

Inspiration: Was feeling nostalgic for Naruto yesterday and had read some comments about Sasuke’s attitude after the latest chapter. Phone call probably comes from a previous dream. So many store dreams… Come to think of it, I get food money in a few days and have been desperate for it for a while. Foooood, need it.

Notes: I woke up once before with some recall, but shirked it in favor of sleep.