The first thing I could remember is becoming a helper at a kid's school. An instructor escorted me to the room filled with young kids between ages five and ten. This classroom was very small and had an irregular shape. I noticed that the floor had black and white square shaped tiles. I stared at the floor and only felt a sense of calmness enter inside of me. The classroom was filled with about ten kids but I don't recall any of their faces. I do remember walking around the classroom observing it. I did feel a little optimistic working with these children. Then I woke up.
10/20/12 non lucid fragment This dream was probably brought on by watching a good Japanese movie called "The Bird People of China" I was watching and maybe participating in an outdoor class. There may have bin a temple or some stone structure near by or even right next to us. The class was led by a beautiful girl with blond hair probably in her late 20s to early 30s. She wore nice yet casual clothing you might expect a teacher to wear. The rest of the class was made up of kids probably between the ages of 7 to 11 years old. They where either sitting and listening or taking part in some activity... a little of both.
The following was typed up as soon as I woke so I'd remember the details. Before I paste it in here, I should point out that I am a female with no desire for a sex change lol. I also don't have any kids and I'm no longer married. I lived in the future at a time when robotics were used to control almost everything. I was physically enhanced by them myself with extra strength, speed, hearing, and something which made it impossible for me to drown which will be significant in a moment. Everyone was connected to an internet type thing via an implant in their head as well. In this dream I was a man, and my wife and 3 daughters were at this beach place. It was a river with a fake beach added, like what actually exists near me. However at the end of the river there was this tunnel where all the water was drained. I don't know where to. I cant remember what but I had to do something so I told the kids to stay in the beach area and walked away. Somewhere during this, two of the kids, the youngest and the oldest, got swept away. I dove in after them. They were getting beaten up by the rocks and things on the path. I caught the youngest, but she was already beaten to near death. I tried to get to the oldest too but she was pulled into the drain. I jumped out of the river up onto the high banks. The child was screaming in pain and I could feel her vertebrae in the wrong positions. Some were sticking out and her bones all were badly placed but not protruding through the skin. I shut off the pain center of her brain somehow using the implants, and she immediately fell into a coma-like sleep. After I got her to shore I left her with her mother and returned. I was going to hunt for the other child, but she was gone. I was also sure the one I saved would die because she had a previous illness that had only been recently gotten over. I do not know what it was, but it was something she was born with that had been expected to be fatal. I don't know what made me go looking for clues about what happened to her previously. I honestly have no idea why I went searching for this. But I then decided to find out more about her past. I went looking in this old trailer park we had once lived in. I think in the very early beginning I might have been here as myself. Anyway I found out she spent a lot of time with this neighbor named Jamal, so I went to see him. Through a sort of memory sharing process I learned that he had been abusing the girl. He was laughing while he shared this. I don't recall the actual fight but I remember I left his body essentially crumpled into a ball on the floor. Then I left and suddenly I was a girl again. I was riding a bike in my nightgown when I passed this factory where implants were added to people. I pulled in and I was a guy again as I walked in. Around me were in the tens of students getting implants. I was looking into some extras to add to the ones I had. Somewhere in here I became aware or remembered that I had served 2 weeks of time in a freezing jail, like they froze you solid for however long your sentence was. I was still worried about police catching me for killing Jamal so I don't know what for or really when. I expected my daughters illness to make recovery impossible too so I was looking for something to help me to help her. I remember passing doors with labels on them each one telling what sort of implant you got in each room. I went in to get one, but I cant remember what they were. I ended up in the back of the place in almost a wilderness type area. At this point my memory of the dream starts falling apart. I remember there was fruit growing on bushes, and I remember being terrified she was going to die before I got back. Then I was talking to my wife and I told her I was going to search for the body of our other daughter who had died. I was heading for the river when I woke up. The third daughter was there only for a small bit at the beginning. After that she wasn't really mentioned anymore.
Firstly this dream happened yesterday 2012-09-23. And as always sorry for bad English. I was driving with my orange Aston Martin Vantage and I followed every GPS order. I arrived to a camp and started to walk to wooden house with huge metal door. I entered. There was a room with white walls and black floor. In middle of the room there was a huge king sized bed with huge pillows. In a corner of the room was a small bed and a computer on a desk. I sat down on the king sized bed and a girl entered through metal door.She had long brown hair and she was wearing a blue tank top and white shorts. She looked shy but she laughed silently. She came close to me and hugged me. I gently kissed that girl. *It felt real* Suddenly a guy with a huge boombox entered room. I and the girl got scared but we recognized him and we started to laugh. The dude went to small bed in the corner of the room and lied down. I left the room. There was a lot of people in yard of the wooden building. My Aston Martin Vantage changed to Aston Martin DBS and in a second it got back to original form. I came close to my car and entered it. I started the engine and I took it for a spin. Then I got back and left my car I heard a glass getting smashed. It was my car window. I said: My insurance will pay every penny of this window so I don't care who threw a rock in my expensive car. I turned around to my car and my car changed to a white Alfa Romeo 147. *I wasn't pissed at all. My 200k $ car changed to a car that costs almost the same as a new high-end computer so yeah it didn't looked strange for me* A ball fell near me. I took it and I saw a crowd of teenagers playing dodgeball (or whatever that game calls). All of people were running including me from a few ball throwing muscular mans. A guy with red hair stopped me and started to talk to me i did not knew this boy so I didn't listen to what he said to me. I started to run near a fence and some teenagers followed me. I suddenly stopped. I saw a very huge crowd of little children that were wearing the same yellow hat and t-shirt. I heard: Run Kissalot run! *Sir Kissalot is my nickname in online games so yeah they were shouting at me* I ran. And the dream faded away.
Dream - Lucid I was at my house, in my kitchen. My great-grandparents, whom in waking life I've never met and are long dead, were coming into town, and MK was getting a...body transplant? She was getting her consciousness put into another body, though the exact reason why eludes me. I want to say she was very sick. I kept thinking about and trying to figure out how in the world they could do that. Then, she was at my house in the kitchen with us, standing by the pantry, with her consciousness transplanted into another body. She looked almost exactly the same, only younger, more youthful. She also had straight bangs, which I don't know that she's ever had aside from when she was a child. She was wearing a blue and white striped sweater/shirt with dark blue jeans. Her outfit was really cute, like something she would actually wear. She looked happy, content. It was good to see her like that. Then, she walked over to the stove in the kitchen to get something. I saw her from behind. Her hair was very long, reaching the middle of her back; much longer than I've seen it in waking life. Actually, from the front, I had thought it looked quite short before she turned around. I then was in the living room. My great-grandparents walked in. My mom and great-grandma hugged. Everyone seemed happy. They didn't look that old at all, not even as old as my grandparents are IWL. The great-grandma even had some black hair left; it wasn't all grey. She was wearing a white and red striped shirt, and her hair was very, very short. The great-grandpa was sitting in a chair by the fireplace. He had a white, long mustache and white, wispy hair, but he was bald on the top of his head. He was a little bigger, while my great-grandma was tall and thin. He sat there with his arms crossed. I was then in some science center for kids, mimicking places like that I went as a child. I wanted to go down this long, dark tunnel, like I had as a child, because it was some kind of fun cave exhibit/tour. The tunnel was so dark, you could see absolutely nothing in front of you. I was standing at the entrance. I saw children running in and disappearing into the black, and started to run after them. Before I woke up, I thought that it may not be as fun because I'm older now, and I was gonna be the oldest person in there or something. That didn't stop me from going, however. ~ I dreamed then that my mom was going to pick my great-grandparents up at the airport, and I wasn't sure whether or not I was going to go with her. I asked if she would be mad if I didn't. I don't remember what she said. She was then mad at my great-grandma for something. I then saw a flash of my pen pal's letter, saying he felt he was soon to die. Somehow, that connected with my mom being mad at my great-grandma. I felt her anger was irrational. I was then looking in the fridge for something, in a kitchen that looked completely different from my own, when Jackie from That 70's Show said "Good, now you can _________." (I can't remember exactly what she said there). She then went on about Kelso. I had only been going in the fridge looking for something to eat. I decided to just let her think I was doing whatever she thought I was doing. I then saw a photo of MK in her new body again. She was wearing the same clothes as in the last dream, and had the same hairstyle, but she was now wearing a cute black hat on too. She was at a restaurant, sitting at a booth. She was smiling.
Updated 09-15-2012 at 06:18 PM by 32059
Italic Text = Personal Thoughts Normal Text = Non-Lucid Segment Light Purple Text = Partially Lucid Segment Purple Text = Lucid Segment As expected, my dry spell finally broke when most unexpected. I went to bed late last night and was worried about dream recall, let alone lucidity. I woke up for my WBTB and remembered no dreams but shortly after I tried to go back to sleep I was disturbed by my Dad. Apparently we had a power cut and he wanted me to call the power company to find out when it was back on. This resulted in a much longer WBTB than I usually have (About 30-40 minutes, as apposed to my 10-15 minute normal ones). I went back to sleep after a lot of rolling around trying to relax after waking myself up so much and the following dream occurred. I was in a supermarket of some kind queuing up with my mother when we bumped into my aunt, my sister and my niece. We all decide to go for a picnic and as we're heading to the park my niece picks up a blade of grass, attempting to perform a grass whistle but doesn't seem to be succeeding. I laugh and figure I'd show her how to do it later on. We get to the park and we set up on this picnic bench. My sister pulls out these cards and wants to try this game with me. I'm not entirely sure what happened with the first game, she had some Pokemon drawn on these cards and it was something about matching their colours to country flags. Really confusing. The second game was much more interesting. The cards now had moving images on them of old 1950s style streets, with retro cars driving around them and the game was to count all of the cars in the scene. At some point I just became part of the scene, I was no longer looking at the cards and watching it, I was walking around the streets myself. I then noticed on the side of the road a lime-coloured extremely modern car which first prompted my awareness. As I continue walking I enter a sort of layer zero mindset, somewhat knowing what I'm experiencing wasn't waking reality but not fully lucid yet. I'm heading down this street and keep trying to pull my awareness forward, it's really hard to describe, almost like flicking switches in my brain to become lucid. I finally reach a point of awareness where I know I'm dreaming. Everything looks amazing, the wind against my skin and the vividness of the trees around me. I even notice the warmth of the sun and how it makes me squint as I walk into it. At this point I remember to reality check, just to stabilise myself more into the dream state. Something I've been forgetting to do in any lucid experiences recently which have resulted in them quickly dying out or fading back into non-lucidity. I lift my hands and my fingers had their normal odd lengths so I knew I was dreaming. I got really exciting, finally I was lucid again! I decided to stray away from the path of the dream and phase myself through this hedge on the side of the road that I'm standing on. I enter somebody's yard, it's huge and inside the house I see a man cooking dinner but decide to ignore him. As I'm walking down the side of this house, tracing the grey cobbled wall, I remember that I wanted to summon a dream character. I also remember that the best way to do this would be passively. I come to near the end of the wall that I'm tracing and I say to myself "When I get around this corner, my mum will be standing there." for some reason at this point I look down to the ground and the wall seems to extend further beyond its original point, my subconscious obviously toying with me. I pay more focus to this wall and finally reach the end. I turn the corner and I'm disappointed, nobody was standing there! I'm about to walk back behind the wall to try again when I see a character running towards me from a distance. I recognise that it's my mum immediately, although, she looks about 6 or 7 years old and tagging along behind her is her twin sister and my aunt. I'm completely baffled at my subconscious power to do this without me even suggesting it or having anything to prompt it! They're running around me laughing and I can't help but laugh with them. The hilarity of meeting my mother as a child was just too much. I go to sit down with them on a bench and again am insanely glad that I'm finally lucid! I start thinking about where I fell asleep, for some reason while lucid I thought I fell asleep in the park from my non-lucid segment before this DILD. I was going to wake up and not have my dream journal to write the lucid down in! Thinking about waking must have shocked my subconscious because the dream sort of "jumped", as if it briefly zoomed in and then zoomed back out rapidly before fading to black and the dream ended. I didn't have any time to stop it. I fade back into waking life, and at first I'm somewhat confused that I'm in my bedroom considering I thought I was in a park in my lucid. I jump up and immediately write down my lucid in my dream journal, ecstatic that my dry spell was broken.
Updated 08-25-2012 at 07:17 PM by 54730
A dream I had this morning (18 August 2012) - much vivid detail. I was finally on TV. Not sure how it happened, but it was a 6:00 - 6:30 pm segment for children, in which I appeared in the same manner as in a YouTube video discussing the longest words in several languages. If you message me, I'll send you the link - unless I actually become too famous and you'll know right away. My Facebook friend, initials DL, was on the program as well. Later, I remember talking to him on Facebook about how he saw me on the program, too! Cut. Something about a beer store. How did they get my video, anyway? This other kid was one year younger than me, but this appeared to be some kind of educational program, as the credits rolled in, displaying our names, and that of one other teletubby-like creature. It gave out the following messages... MY NAME: GROW UDD HIS NAME: GROW OLD This was strange for several reasons. First, they spelled out a nonexistent word: udd. Perhaps they meant "odd"? They couldn't have meant the same word for both of us, considering D and L are on opposite sides of the keyboard, I thought. Wait a minute. Does this mean they wanted me to die young? Or perhaps, die young as late as possible? I bent down and ate my soup. I thought about that valedictorian speech that I had long prepared, but never got to speak in front of an audience. Sometime later, I go to bed. The same teletubby-like creatures that hosted the show were now anthropomorphic talking animals that sat on the right of a ledge and bookshelf in the corner of my room. They were discussing a most unusual subject as I proceded to sleep. They were talking about what happens when somebody's testicles get twisted and "suffocate". "So, a new female is created?!" Somewhere in the voices was a hint of judgement and contempt. I thought that if I discussed a so-called 'nutshot fetish' I had with the producers of the show, they'd be upset. They were part of Family Studios, which was a spin-off affiliate program of a North American charity very similar to Focus on the Family. Both programs were very pro-life, conservative, and anti-LGBT rights. As I was thinking about, or perhaps actually did, write about my experience on a somewhat-gay Facebook forum, the transwoman wrote back something neither demeaning nor incredibly strange. However, my instant thought or response was, "you broke me", an attribute that I couldn't have thought possible for a transsexual person, whoever he/she was. Later, I was watching the news, or maybe being part of it. A huge storm had stirred up sand storms and haboobs in Texas, A facade of a cattle ranch being "roughed up" appeared. On the news, they said the ex-storm (or ex-low, or something like ex-nor-easter) had made its way to Japan. This had never happened before, but this year, this was the third time. I thought, how could a storm track that way, if it was moving the "opposite" to a regular storm? Most storms would track from Japan eastward toward Oregon, then sink south toward Texas. If this storm was heading the other way, it must be over the Arctic. Perhaps it was 2012. Or maybe the physical year didn't exist, as the dream state was on a floating timeline. The news then reported that, after recently 100 young boys had suddenly gone missing in Texas, most of them were found alive. The families, and the communities, were praying for the safe return of the rest. The next segment featured a part about the abortion controversy. It showed a woman with brown tape over her stomach area, the commentor saying, "the crosses heal the wounds of young women who were photographed having an abortion in the woods". Previously, there was a case where a pro-life activist photographed the aborted fetus of a woman who had aborted her child secretly in the woods. This time, women all over the country who were not pregnant were wearing this brown tape. Any time a photographer passed over, they were instructed to openly state they were not pregnant, and question what the hell the photographer was doing there. And they did. The photographers were apprehended by police and security, and taken away. As both a Liberal Christian and a Christian Liberal who was often pro-life but in major cases also pro-choice, I was torn about this segment. First, I thought, "were these crosses false prophets"? My mind then wandered over to a kitchen when I was five years old, but that was a facade again. I thought about pro-life protesters in the streets, and what was to become of them. I remembered a certain video on Godvine about how anti-abortion protesters convinced a mother not to abort her baby. Would these now be a thing of the past? Would pro-choice people now try to convince teen pregnancies to abort rather than say, seek adoption? I asked somebody, "would there still be anti-abortion protests? Or are those protected indefinitely under the constitution?" On the pro-choice side, why were these photographers mobilizing in the first place? Perhaps they were agents of a new Romney-Ryan administration that opposed planned parenthood? I personally supported the rights of the women who were violated. What about people who needed an abortion to save the life of the mother and then were violated as they were filmed, filed and reported? Browsing through my Twitter, I saw that Pastor Terry Jones was following me. I doubted whether I should follow back, as this was apparently the pastor who had led the Qu'ran burning controversy at the Dove World Outreach Center in Florida. I wake up at 4:43 am. Proceding to write these down now, and after another half hour I fall asleep again. I remember nothing about what happened. Sleeping again from about 8:15 - 9:15 am. Only remember the ending this time. George Shrinks was on a mission somewhere, and saved a girl on the sub-11th floor of a basement. Flying in his Zoopercar, he stages a show. His mom is holding a secret egg. However, she wears it on a fake turban-like mummified head gear, which George then unravels and pulls out the egg. The contents turn out to be a prize. Apparently, a group was awarding us more than $8.26 million for defending gay rights. O...K...then.
I can't remember the last time I recalled two full dreams in one night, so I'm pretty happy about this. I dunno if the multivitamin I took had anything to do with hit, or if writing in a dream journal again has improved my recall. Dream One: Hospital Hijinks I was in a hospital visiting my grandmother (who has been dead for more than five years. When she was on her deathbed, the hospital wouldn't let me see her because I was too young, which I believe sparked part of this dream.) She told me about some kind of conspiracy to kill her, and I had to save her today. I think I checked her out of the hospital (though I don't remember it,) and was wheeling her out on the bed for some reason, when a fire alarm not three feet from where I was standing went off. Everyone assumed I flipped it, when I know I didn't (missed dream sign), so I frantically had to get my g-ma out of there amid the crowd of people swarming me. I think I ran into someone I knew, who took her out for me, because then I was climbing around in the air ducts with someone (I don't remember who or why). Dream Two: Day Care Debauchery I was around ten years old, taking care of a bunch of younger kids in a day care by myself. Along one wall, there were cubicle-like sections where most of the kids would play, and in one corner of the room were bathrooms. At the far side of the cubicle wall, there was what might be described as an office area (for a ten-year-old mind you), where I had all my important things. One of them was one of those blocks with holes in it of different shapes, that came with blocks to fit in those holes. Apparently this thing kept time itself running smoothly, but I didn't know that until later. The dream started with me just walking cubicle to cubicle, checking on the kids periodically. One of them, a little girl, was very attatched to me, and stayed near me the whole time. The weirdest part of this dream was that the little kids were WAY more perverted than anyone should ever be at that age, and every once in a while I'd catch one of them doing something they shouldn't be. At one point an argument was started between a younger girl and an older girl, and they went into the girls bathroom to fight. I was really nervous about it, but I had to follow them to stop them. Just as I walked in, the little one (who was maybe 3) chucked the older one up and over the walls of the stalls, who walked out completely unharmed. After that the argument just stopped for no reason, and we went back outside into the main area. When I went back out there, a bunch of stuff was strewn all over the floor, like empty shampoo bottles with the caps off, screwdrivers, and completely random things that, in retrospect, made no sense. I checked my office area, and the blocks that were inside the time-block were all missing. At first I didn't realize what it was for, but then I noticed that the sun had stopped moving outside and somehow knew that time was frozen due to this block. So I rounded up the kids and had them search for the blocks, and we ended up finding them, but two were too flat and irregularly shaped to fill the holes completely (which they hadn't been before). A lot of the kids gave up hope and pouted in their cubicles, but I kept looking and eventually found one in the shape of a jigsaw puzzle piece, and one in the shape of the moon. I put them into the block, which filled in the gaps. The sun started to set, and I looked back at the kids to explain it to them. I said something about how the missing pieces were the moon and the sun, and when I looked back, the jigsaw-piece was now the sun. I remember thinking it was wierd and got a sudden feeling of detatchment from the dream, almost as if a part of me now realized it wasn't real. (Funny how after the little girl throwing someone, that tiny thing was weird to me.) But then the sun stopped moving, and I told them that we had to put everything back the way it was before time froze. So we picked up the shampoo bottles and other random things, and the sun finally set completely. The kids cheered, and the little girl who had been following me around said something dirty, but it was in a very kiddish way, and I said something along the lines of "Thanks, but I can't do that." I vaguely remember a few parents arriving for their kids, then I woke up. I was extremely groggy and only put in the tiniest amount of effort to remember the dreams I had already had when I fell asleep again, and had another short dream, that I remember absolutely nothing about. I nearly entirely forgot the first two when I finally did wake up. The first time I woke up may have been a false awakening, but I doubt it, since I've never had one before.
06.15.2012Party and Sneaking (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm sitting on a bed with my laptop on, and I have the Runescape Login Screen up as well. Though it's a bit different, it seems the female mage that's usually on there is wearing a different outfit, and it looks a little bit more of a fire element to it. I wonder if that could just be my mind predicting what she would look after the Combat Evolution update is finalized? That would be cool, her hair alone would match with fire and lightning type spells I guess. Anyway, I see a lady that looks like "K" in waking life. "K" sees the female mage on the login screen, and she smiles at me asking if I like that type of stuff. Lolwut? The female mage or the game? I just nod because I would be safe anyway. I get up and do something, can't remember what, but I do know I was at a party. The dream shifts, and I ask a child that looks like the son of "K" to help me find something, though I don't know what exactly. It was very late at night, and I someone managed to get into the house of "K's," but it wasn't like her house in waking life. The child deactivates the alarm system, don't see why he needs to do that, but okay, better than it going crazy at some random interval in the dream... I go upstairs with the child, and he takes me to the bedroom where he and his older sister, who is probably 19-20 years in waking life I believe, and his other twin brother. I didn't notice his sister was in there, and the child was showing me around the room. Then "K" wakes up, I can just hear some weird sounds fumbling around some place. The child told me I can hide under the sheets, which where fairly huge, and the perfect hiding spot. I go under the sheets and the child helps me, and I basically wait things out. Problem is, the kid didn't conceal me right, my head is still exposed... -.- Dumb kid. But it didn't matter, because I felt "K" didn't mind having me around, and the fact that I was "sleeping" right next to her older daughter, I could've sworn I sensed "K" smiling, and then going back to bed. I don't remember anything else after that, maybe I did things with the sleeping daughter, who knows? :/ _________________________06.15.2012Stephanie's 10 Mill Method (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I honestly don't know where I am in this dream, I just know that I'm in a place with several people inside, and this girl that looks like the Stephanie that I used to be tennis mates in High School comes up with a solution to make 10 Million GP in Runescape. The tennis coach announces this to the people in the group, and we all close in on her telling us what to do. Here's the funny thing, we're not playing Runescape, elements of it are appearing in the environment we're in. She summons some kind of creature, probably a Pack-Yak. I get a little jealous because I didn't think a girl like her would be playing Runescape and have that high of a Summoning Level. I think I told someone something about me having a Pak Yak as well out of jealousy. I don't know why I was jealous of Stephanie...._________________________06.15.2012Stupid Doors (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm in a house, and it's daytime. I'm trying to close the front doors, but I can't because they can't lock in place properly. I go outside, and there's a covered porch attachment to the house, which was pretty fancy to me. It had a wood flooring with a nice shine to it, perfect shade with the coverings, and all that fun stuff. Some random guy comes in, and then as he's getting closer and closer, he looks a lot like "Carl" in waking life. I believe he's wearing a brown jacket, with the feathery texture formed in a ring on the top of the jacket, and is wearing regular jeans I believe. He's reminding me of some site he wrote down on a small green piece of paper. I pretend to know what it is that he's talking about, and I turn to my right, and there's the green sticky note paper laying on a small table at the porch we're in. He leaves. I forget what I did next._________________________06.15.2012Girl Party (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm probably the only male in this dream, I'm in a room with a bunch of females, and it seems that I'm getting ready to put the ceramic plate or whatever material it is somewhere to be cleaned. I follow a few girls to know where to put the plates, and apparently, it's just to get it soaked up. Then I have to turn back and go forward and I see "K" again. It seems "K" is checking marks down for each plate going inside the sink she's behind. I put my plate down, and I forget what happens next.
Updated 06-15-2012 at 03:02 PM by 47756
The dream started to fade in where I was walking around this airport/museum/mall (there was a lot going on) that was in some sort of dome. I could tell that we were in a dome or place that is similar to an inside amusement park because I could see the light from the outside shine through a open structured window through the top. It was funny that I noticed this because this wasn't the main focus of the dream it was just scenery that I noticed at a glance. So, i was drifting through this place for awhile, passing people and different districts and kiosks in this place but nobody was very formative about where I was and what I was doing in this place. It ended up that there was some sort of big event where a bunch of people where getting together. Everything seemed to happen way too fast to really recognize what was going on in the dream, it was like rush hour or something. I ended up with this chick with blond hair who was my partner or something. We got together at this event and it was weird because there were these Alien looking children up high on this pedestal area and this whole crowd of people where looking at them like the were performing but they were just standing there smiling. I was saying in the dream to my partner how some of them were cute and some of them...well some of them had issues but really I didn't think any of them were cute because they looked like aliens and they kept changing appearances. I remember thinking in the dream that they were selling these children, it was like an auction. I asked in the dream if that was the case and somebody said "yeah" like it was a normal thing that happened and then I said "well, no wonder they look so different" because I was thinking about how scared some of them looked. The dream was also mixed with some talk about world views on same-sex marriage, adoption, and hitler. It was like this was being discussed by that background people in my dream or something to that effect.
I'm really motivated to start drawing out my dreams in the near future, especially when I think back on a few and can still remember the actions I did, facial expressions, etc.....maybe when college starts again for me, or some time during this vacation I might find one dream to do some drawings on. My ultimate goal is to even add music along with the drawings too. I can already tell that would take a lot of time, and I would have to do it gradually because of that, but it should be interesting. I'll just stop being reserved of what I can do and just use what I can do instead of wasting it each day I don't. 06.06.2012Dogs (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID The environment was kind of confusing to presume what time of day it was, but I assume it was morning because the sky was light gray, and the weather was kind of neutral, so it had to be morning, otherwise there would still be glaring hot rays over here. Very calm environment, very nice as well, I could even push it a little and say that this would be an ideal environment to take a little stroll.....definitely at my University in this dream. I believe I'm walking to get to my bicycle at what seems to be College Station in Texas, more specifically, the area where the statue of Sul Ross is located at. Yes, I can see it now......large spacious area in front of me, the statue probably 3-6 feet away from me if I paid attention to it. I see there's a small chihuahua, light brown fur, and probably wearing a little pink cloth hanging around its neck was barking at me. The owner was right next to it, and looking at the dog, I thought it was kind of cute for it to bark down on me like that. It looked so fragile that I could've squished on it if I wanted to. Then when I focus my attention back to walking again, something zooms past me to my left. By the time I turn my head to the left, whatever it is already gone, and I'm still a bit delayed from this. I'm like "uhhhhh" while still looking to the left and to the ground, and then after a few seconds, I look where the thing was headed that went ahead of me. I see it's a dog. Okay, no problem, I'm a little slow that it basically looks like a double sized pit-bull, and that the owner trying to stop it, even though her weight alone and her holding on the leash should've been enough to prevent the dog from moving. When I said her weight should've been enough, she was pretty chunky and short. She looked very young as well, I'd say 15-16 or so based on what I saw from far away. This dog was obviously not within her control, and I believe it was wearing a dark blue cloth around its neck as well. This reminds me of the group of dogs in Okami that are supposed to be guardians or something. I'd say the dog looked like the 4th one on the bottom to the right, and wore a blue scarf or cloth like the one 3 squares above it. Oh, and it had the ears of the one 3 square above it as well. I believe it also has a deformed white oval extending from the bottom of its neck, all the way to its body. I look at it for a while, still being a retard until something clicks in my head. HO LY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That dog was this close from freaking tearing my ass into pieces!!! I quickly look at it, it's still a good distance away from me, but if it could go that fast to where it takes a while for me to notice something passed me, the "safe" distance didn't matter. I'd say it was 20-30 feet away from me, and I saw that the owner was trying her best to stop the dog by pulling the leash very vigorously. I could've just played it off and ignore the dog, but this thing is too freaking twitchy for me me to be passive all over again. I finally get me legs in synch with the "holy shit" moment I just had, and the dog turns around 180 to see what's behind it. Something tells me that in that dog's mind, it was saying "Did I get him? Did I get him? Did I get him? Did I get him?" *sigh* But enough for instilling a Black stereotype on myself. I was still scared, just a bit, of this dog possibly coming after me. The owner finally had a good grip on him/her/whatever the fuck you want to label that atrocity, but I didn't want to take my chances. Me and the dog are both looking at each other from a distance, and it seems that it just happened to glance at me while it's looking at other people as well. I didn't want to take my chances, so I ran a little to the left away from it, built up some speed, and then prepared to do a twirl while jumping in the air like I'm some kind of Ice Ballerina. I actually pull it off with ease, and I think I land perfectly as well, I can feel myself twirling in the air, feeling as if I might fail and fall, but I land majestically, at least from what I experienced. When I landed, I bumped into one of those La-Z-Boy furniture chairs, so I guess the landing wasn't really perfect. It seemed I just happened to step on the lever that brings the sofa chair back, so I bend down to pull/push the lever to bring it back up. I can't remember what I did next._________________________06.06.2012Party (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm shirtless throughout most of the this party. It's held inside the house that I'm at in waking life. There seems to be a lot of young people here at first, and I assumed I guess I hosted the party, even though I never hosted on in my life. I walk around, see a few familiar people, and then I saw her... Isaura...sigh. She's not with her boyfriend. Why did she have to be in this dream? She's wearing a short black jacket that just hands half way to her waste, and I believe she's wearing a striped shirt going horizontally. She's also wearing a really short denim skirt with black stockings underneath and some pretty fancy dark red heels. Her lips as well are dark red, which makes her more enticing to have a conversation with. But she had a boyfriend in waking life, I'm not going to talk to her at all, even if it is just a dream. I'm waiting in line to get some food, wait, I have to wait in line if I'm hosting this bloody party? Wow. Anyway, while I'm waiting in line, I see some guy that looks like Ivan in real life (guy from High School that I kinda knew in one or two classes). He's shirtless too, though I don't really pay attention to the details, and I think some guys like myself were either wearing short black sports pants or some weird yellow or black cloth covering our private parts. Ivan asks a stupid question, like he mostly does from what I recall in waking life, and this query of this is wondering how he can alter the color of the cloth he's wearing. There's supposed to be an island cabinet in the middle of the kitchen (so much for reality checking), but the brown dining table replaces it, and some random person grabs Ivan's cloth, and you know the tiny little gap that shows from tables that can be split in two in order to save space when you don't need them? Yeah, someone puts the cloth between it, rubs it a little in between, and take it out, and it matches the color of the brown table. Okay.....don't know exactly why Ivan wants a change in color for his cloth, but not my concern, hell, I think I wanted mine changed too....LOL. Anyway, as I'm getting closer and closer to the food, I'm still waiting behind Ivan. Then I realize the food in front of me would be gone. Ivan goes around the table to where we're facing each other, and I see there's like 4 pieces of food left, like Hors d'oeuvres type of food. Sigh..... I let Ivan take it, and try to look around to see if there's any food, but the only thing I'm seeing are chips and some small packets of what seemed to be red salsa for it. I think there were Fruit Loops cereal as well. I get a bowl, and I think I put some chips inside, but I also think I put some Fruit Loops inside of it as well. I guess I forgot that I put chips in the bowl. The dream shifts, and I'm in the same kitchen, and I see bottles of some black stuff. In my mind, I thought they were overloads from Runescape. To describe what Overload potions are in a nutshell: Basically, you need 96 Herblore to make these things, but you can boost your stats up if you're lucky and get a 5+ bonus from Spicy Stew. When you drink a dose of an Overload potion, your combat stats go WAY up, making it useful for killing things faster, and the effect lasts for 5 minutes. If you're 99 in all combat stats, you're basically level 125 in Attack, Strength, Defense, Range (I think) and 106 for mage I think? (because having 125 Mage means you're a fucking god). Oh and if you drink potions that drain your stats, as long as you have Overloads and have the effect own, it boosts them back up to max, so it's the perfect potion when you use items like Saradomin Brews that boost your health way up, but drain your stats as tradeoff. Think of Overloads as Steroids in the game. Okay back to the dream. I'm filling out this black substance in different containers starting from as small as a regular bottle with a cap on it, to as large as a oil barrel. My second thought of what the black substance was is oil as well, the overload thing came into mind after I assumed it was oil. I pour it out in bigger containers, for some odd reason, and then I think I reached the point to where I just pour things out without really giving much thought to it. I think I drank some stuff from the bottle, then realized I probably took some of the black substance, panicked a little, but it was actually water, not the black substance. Then someone calls out my name, I turn around, and it's one of older people in their 50s calling me. It's from a group in waking life that basically has parties for anyone's birthday. Anyway, as I'm listening to her, though I forget what she said specifically, I'm tying up what seems to be a trash bag. I tell her to give me a few seconds to finish tying up the bag, and there were several people sitting near the couches and chairs as well. The dream shifts again to where the party finally ends. I go outside the garage, and the environment outside is completely mixed up. On my right, I see parts of College Station, Texas, more specifically, areas near the Clock Tower and Texas A&M. I even see the railroad lane and some oncoming traffic as well, and yet I don't do a reality check for this. I think someone comes in to see if the party is still going, but I'm not sure what I said, but they left eventually. I think I was outside at the garage to get some kind of fairly large blue object, like an over-sized notebook of some sort, and probably went back inside the house. _________________________06.06.2012Hypocrite (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I sitting on my bed, it's bright as day from what I see through the blinds and the overall natural lighting of the room I'm in. There are a few kids around, so I presumed I have to babysit them while the adults party it up....-.- I threw a paper ball at one kid, and quickly changed my facade to where I had no participation in this. He turns around to find out who it was, and he's not completely stupid fortunately. He's a small kid, probably 6-7 years of age I believe, and resembles one of the twin kids that I sometimes have to make sure behave when they come to this house in waking life. He's wondering where the paper balls are, and they are right next to my left leg. It seems I'm wearing long gym pants. Before the kid could check the left side, I slowly put my leg on top of the paper balls, and when he goes on the left side, he's wondering what the hell happened to the rest of the paper balls. Lol, what a bloody idiot. I continue pretending that I didn't do anything by asking him where they could possibly be. I even pulled out some sheets that I probably used to cover myself while sleeping to help him see if there were there. Nada, still under my legs, he isn't going to find those paper balls. Idiot. I guess he gives up eventually because there's a dream shift where I'm talking to another child. I have to bend down on my knees, and slant my back forward just to make eye contact with him. The kid did something that irritated me, probably something he said to the other kids. He's dark-skinned, resembles another kid who is a little bit more mature than the other twins, probably 9-13 years of age in waking life now. I tell him he's a hypocrite. His face is still, I don't think he knows what hypocrite or hypocrisy means. I almost thought he was going to tell on me for calling him one.....LOL...but really, he asks me, "What's that?" I gave him what I thought it was at the time with my diluted logic in this dream. I told him that a Hypocrite is a person who tries to proclaim ideals that should be met, and contradicts those intentions by not trying to follow them. I even give him an example, a horrible example that went a little out of context. I declared something about believing in God, The Bible, Angels, etc., and then contradicting those intentions and ideals by not believing in Angelic symbols. I'm paraphrasing here, but I know I did a horrible job with telling this kid what it means. Oh well, don't give a crap on what I instill in that kid's head, just wanted to enlighten him so he wouldn't be bothering me, or possibly go up to his parents and declare that I called him a hypocrite. Boy....that wouldn't be fun.....especially with how my father tries his best to let the adults enjoy and loosen themselves at parties...I might as well fabricate whatever came out of my ass at the time. Not saying I want to ruin the parties or anything, just that the children can be horrible sometimes with their behavior. Thank goodness for video games or just basic television, because that's the only thing that will shut them up. Man, I really do hate children huh? Guess I won't be considering marriage for a loooong time.
Updated 06-06-2012 at 01:50 PM by 47756
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3]I wish I could recall more of this dream because I'm under the impression more happened, but my children wanted food, and my recall efforts only gave me this fragment.[/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][/FONT][/SIZE] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My friend’s daughter is going to build something, a creationout of junk and leftover gardening material. She has located an old rosetrellis, something buried in a pile of detritus. When she lifts it the wood iscovered in mud and dirt, and some breaks off and lands on her arm. She brushesit off as though it was merely a speck of dirt rather than the clump thattrails across her skin.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“What are you going to do with that?” Her father and I areboth curious.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]She replies in her eight-year-old voice just three simplewords. “I don’t know.” Her tone suggestsshe has a use figured out for the wood but it either isn’t fully developed as athought or she just doesn’t want to tell us because she knows we’ll just takeit away from her.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The dream shifts to an interior room with a high ceiling andbright overhead lights, similar to a TV studio. The lights are only on theimmediate area, creating darkness for the rest of the room, and my camera-viewdoes not penetrate the darkness.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A carpeted riser is in the middle of the lighted area, andon it are a number of clear plastic blocks, boxes used for building astructure, about 8 inches on each side. The girl is using these blocks to buildsomething in the same manner one would use normal-sized wooden blocks, thoughit is not clear what she is making. I ask but I never get an answer.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
[COLOR="#2e8b57"]I'm at this daycare, there are around 10 tables all over the room (you'd think they were flipped, but no, they are standing ;D) and there's a blackboard on the wall. Some drawings are on the wall, I think the walls are yellow and beige. I am sitting in one of the tables with the little hostages, a "teacher" sits in the table right behind me. I am sitting there, thinking, what if I want to make this a lucid? I'm already aware that it's a dream, it's not very stable. I reality check. I kind of can and can't breathe. I hold my nose until I can breathe easily, just to be sure. The RC failed and I abruptly stand up and turn around, I see that there's suddenly a gun in my hand. I shoot the "teachers" (several times ;)) and get the kids to the dressing room. For some odd reason I ask them to raise their hand, if they want to live. [/COLOR][SIZE="1"](like mah status if ya like puppeehs! :'D)[/SIZE] Then I woke, I wouldn't want to know what came next anyways. I had like 2 other shooting dreams last night O__o.
Updated 05-07-2012 at 11:19 AM by 50369
[FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]So, this dream is rather long and involved, though detailsare going to be hard to come by. I have not included even half of the visualdetail that I can recall from this dream, which remains clear despite not beingrepresentative of places in the real world.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The initial setting appears to be in the house of mychildhood best friend though I believe the dream began long before the firstscene I can recall. I walk from the hallway into the living room and I thoughtI heard someone in the house say there were wasps in the room. Posh, I thought,and headed over to the window. I think I bumped into the hive, a structurehanging in the window like a misshapen bee hive but filled with large wasps.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I possibly attempted to close the window or the bump startedthings, but either way the wasps were mad and began to swarm out of their hive.I immediately turned tail and began yelling and herding everyone to the back ofthe house, towards the back bedrooms. Wasps were not far behind.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m not sure how many people were around, somewhere betweenfour and twelve, I think. I got everyone to go into the bedroom to the right,knowing that it had a connecting passage in the loft to the other bedroom if weneeded the space. Everyone was beginning to catch their breath though I wasstill alert, and I noticed one wasp had managed to enter the room with us. Itwas flying around and didn’t seem too interested in stinging anyone, yet itclearly needed to die.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]FWAP! Someone swatted it out of the air and onto the floor.Its legs were wiggling around in the air and the wasp curled its head towardsits abdomen, as if it was trying to sit up. Someone said I should stab it andkill it, so I picked up a nearby nail and prepared to plunge it in, a maniacalfeeling of power coursing through me. I brought the nail down and ran it intothe body of the wasp. The nail stuck in, but the wasp was still alive, and Iworried that it was suffering. Perspective altered a little and the wasp seemedbigger, and I seemed smaller, though just for the moment as I pushed the naildeeper into the wasp’s body, piercing its exoskeleton and driving it through tothe carpet bed.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m not sure how, or why, but as a group we all left thehouse, possibly exiting through the back side door that led to the rear patio.From here it was time to go to work. I led my daughter into a front office tohang out in while I worked. Other children were in the building also.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Details of my work are somewhat fuzzy, though I can recallbeing tired and put out at the end of an eight-hour shift. I was sweaty also,and I can’t imagine why. This is the moment when I should have been ready to gohome, but instead I was led by someone to an adjacent warehouse-style buildingwhich housed the industrial aspects of the company. I was told I was needed tohelp get work done there.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside the building were large machines powered by equallylarge motors, all connected by piping and conduits hanging overhead and paintedblue. The noise from these machines was quite loud, though I was still able tohear voices properly. The room itself was cavernous, impressively large forsuch an operation, and filled wall-to-wall with equipment of various kinds. Thesetup reminded me of jobs I had at a couple of my previous companies, which wasprobably why they wanted my assistance.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]All large loads were moved by either forklift or palletjack, and I knew how to operate both. I wanted to show my skills to my unknownsupervisor so I grabbed one of the pallet jacks and stood on the forks,propelling myself down the hall using one foot. As I approached the drop-offfrom the warehouse level to the parking lot below, I made a sharp left turn andbrought the jack to a stop right at the edge, demonstrating that I couldmaneuver it with expert skill. I was smiling but it only lasted a moment.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Off to my right was the parking lot that ran between thewarehouse I was in and the building I had been working in just a little whilebefore. A group consisting mainly of children was being led up to the warehouseto help with the work, though I couldn’t imagine why they would want children.The lot looked dejected and moved slowly. Clearly none of them had any interestin working.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The group was brought inside and led to a number of worktables with chairs all around them. On the tables were components and suppliesfor assemblage, parts to some unknown item that I never examined closely. Ifeel like there were art supplies also, so the children could color, as thoughtheir artistic creations were some form of work. [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I skated around the room on the pallet jack a bit andexamined some of the machinery as best as I could. It was an impressive setup,and I have always been somewhat fascinated by machinery and pumping equipment.I was familiar with some of the machinery but not with the actual industrialprocess occurring there. The building interior was a lot cleaner than any ofthe ones I had ever been in.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I headed back towards the front area of the warehouse whereI had entered initially. Some of the men were storing equipment and palletjacks right in front of the loading doors and the exit door also. I knew thiswas going to be a problem for the morning crew which would have to move allthat equipment to begin work unloading supplies from arriving trucks. It was also a fire hazard.[/SIZE][/FONT] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went looking for the supervisor-in-charge, and found hertowards the back of the building, in a hurry to leave. She was a tall woman,skinny, with curled hair that hung just below the shoulders. Her appearancesuggested she was in her late 40’s, like an uglier Sarah Jessica Parker if thatis possible. Her clothes were clearly not suited for a manufacturing floor, adress suit and white heels which enhanced the sickly paleness of her skin.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“We really shouldn’t store all that equipment and thosepallet jacks in front of the exit and loading doors. It creates more work inthe morning when shipments need to be unloaded, and it makes it harder foreveryone to leave today.” I said this in an urgent yet polite tone.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I don’t think it’s a problem, “she replied.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“We could take all the jacks and line them up in a row alongone side of the path between rows of equipment,” I continued. “This would makeit easy to grab a jack as it is needed and wouldn’t block any doors.” I was inmy element now, and probably as lucid as I could get.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The woman clearly did not want to entertain my idea and wasin a hurry to leave, so I added, “Having them in front of the exit is a majorfire hazard, and if one of the big bosses were to come in and see that heprobably wouldn’t like it; Even more so if the facility were to get inspected.”[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I don’t care. I want them there.” She was short with thisresponse, and as soon as she said it she fled down the back stairs and on intoanother part of the building, presumably towards her exit. Something was wrong,and I couldn’t believe I had failed to persuade her.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I went back up to the front of the building and found mydaughter. She was asking me how long we needed to stay, and I told her I didn’tknow.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Turning slightly I asked someone how much longer I needed towork, and they said, “Until you’re 40!” [/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I wasn’t sure if this meant I needed to work to that age, orstay until I reached that age, or if it was merely an odd reference to 40 hoursper week. The man’s laughter didn’t help, and all the children working in theplace still bothered me.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I decided the best course was simply to take my daughter andgo home.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT] [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And we left.[/FONT][/SIZE] [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
I dreamed that Brian and I were at the grocery store and we ran in to one of my students and his Dad. Then as we kept walking we saw another student and his Dad. We ran in to 3 more students with their parents. I have 7 students, we saw 5 or 6 with their parents. We only exchanged Hi's, I think I tried talking to one parent but they didn't say anything back. I was basically introducing Brian to my students. Mood: surprised to see all the kids there but happy that Brian could meet them.
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