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    1. The Bird People of China

      by , 10-20-2012 at 10:32 PM
      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.
    2. Weather in China

      by , 08-26-2012 at 11:26 PM
      Taking lunch in the University courtyard which I often dream of (not the real one). Become aware of a pilgrimage of Western soldiers through China, from SW to NE, as some form of protest. Started to watch a news report on the subject, which was presented like a weather report, with a puppet weatherman standing in front of a map of China covered with yellow McDonald's symbols of varying size, probably representing cities. Reporter showed path of soldiers, and where they were taking refuge in a small country, isolated in the middle of China. Report of some being abducted from sanctuary country by Chinese government. Reporter went on to talk about commercialisation of mainland China, indicating McDonald's symbols.
    3. Winning the Olympic Gold in Ping Pong

      by , 08-13-2012 at 07:01 PM (Burke's Nightly Escapades)
      I haven't posted anything in my DJ here in a while so I figured I post this funny little dream I had last night.

      I was in some sort of lounge which had a small coffee table surrounded by a half-dozen chairs which were quite comfortable. I was sitting in one of them along with my dad and various uncles. I looked over to my left and noticed a ping pong table with a small Chinese girl standing there with a paddle. She looked over at me and motioned me to come play against her. I decided why not and got up to go over there. Once I got to the table a referee appeared next to the table and handed me a paddle. He also gave the girl a ping pong ball which I didn't really mind.

      It was about now that it suddenly hit me that this was the Olympics. Nothing changed scenery wise, we were still in the lounge with my family sitting in their chairs talking about something and smoking pipes (which they don't normally do ), but for some reason I just knew this was the Olympic and there was a lot of pressure on me since it was USA vs China. The little girl, about 8 years of age, bounced the ball on the table and prepared to serve. She hit it quite fast to the point where I couldn't even really see it. Somehow, though, I hit it back and it bounced off one of the corners of the table, score one for the US.

      The game was to 21 and it was my turn to serve. I leaned over the table so that I was bouncing the ping pong ball right in front of the net and then served it as hard as I could. This happened to be a little too hard as it just missed the table giving China one point. The next thing I knew it was 8 to 5, US, and somebody was next to me; it was my partner. Apparently I got a teammate while the little girl had to play all by herself. I had no clue who this person was though, but I felt like he was my cousin despite the fact that I can't remember what he looked like or how he acted.

      It went back and forth a little bit, nothing spectacular happening, just a typical game of ping pong only the ball seemed to go 10 times faster than any other game I had seen. The score was now 15 to 9 (or something similar) with the US still in the lead. I walked away from the table mid game and headed toward a large window which was in the back of the lounge. There was a cushion on the windowsill that seemed to act ad a couch. I sat down and looked back at the lounge. It was a fairly ornate room with a large fireplace next to all the chairs with a pair of bear arms hanging on the wall. There were some nice rugs spread throughout and various paintings and arts around the room.

      After only a few seconds I went back to the ping pong table to find out that the score was now tied at 20; next point wins. How did this happen so quickly!? I was only gone for what seemed like 30 seconds and yet my partner somehow managed to give up a 6 point lead and brought the match to the final game. The small Chinese girl had the serve and hit it as hard as she could, just like earlier. My partner seemed to either disappear or just sit back behind me and let me finish because me and her just hit it back and forth for about 45 seconds.

      At this point I decided to try and end it with a spike to the left corner of the table. I hit the ball as hard as I could and it managed to just clip the side of the table, giving us the point. My partner was suddenly next to me again and we cheered and high-fived. My family which was sitting to the side the entire time were all lightly clapping similar to a golf clap. The little Chinese girl was really sad and almost started crying but for some reason we didn't care. We didn't care that we just beat a little girl half our age, 2v1 at ping pong, we won the Olympic gold medal!
    4. Zombie encounter at the store

      by , 08-04-2012 at 08:34 AM (Sea of the Unconscious)
      I was either traveling to China with my father, or already in China. I was in a store looking for a suitcase with a few dudes, then they were replaced by my crush, Jade. One of the suitcases had some glass compartments, and I thought, “they’d be perfect for storing food, even ice cream!”

      I saw that my dad had tried to call me on my phone, but my phone didn’t have service anymore. I asked to borrow Jade’s phone, and when I started pressing buttons, the phone was beeping. Jade grabbed the phone from me, hurriedly putting the phone on silent so we wouldn’t be heard. I urged her to hurry up, as people started to gather in the room we were in; they made me uneasy. Some of those people were missing limbs, or were smeared with blood.


      Just imagine the blood is a darker shade, closer to purple.

      Suddenly all of the merchandise in the room was gone, and there was just a circle of chairs. One man sat in a chair and started sharing a zombie story. Jade got excited and wanted to join.

      “Jade, don’t, we have to go.”

      “Caenis, you have to do what I say!” Good to know she's demanding even in my dreams. Jade sat down next to the man sharing the story, and quickly began sharing her own zombie story.

      I watched the crowd of bloodied and dazed people grow. Anxious, I abandoned Jade, making my way to the front of the store. The front of the store was dark, most of the lights had gone out. There weren’t any more humans, crowds of zombies passed me by. I peered in a room where a human corpse was sitting in a chair, with a severed zombie head on top of his. His head was crushed beneath the zombie head.

      I found the exit and wandered the streets. Zombies and humans ran chaotically through the city. Zombie blood sprayed my right cheek. I wiped it off and decided that I wouldn’t turn into a zombie from coming in contact with the blood. I observed a few zombies get struck by lightning, and thought it fitting that even nature was trying to retaliate against the zombies.

      I found a nice couple to travel with, and we walked to a Georgian city. We stopped in front of a large, elevated building. I looked up and muttered “No….” It was a train station. Though there were no zombies on the streets of Georgia, I knew zombies would pour out of that train station. People and zombies alike streamed out of the train station, and lightning struck the building causing an explosion.

      My hand was torn or bitten off. Determined to not become a zombie, the couple and I suddenly appeared in a room. They amputated part of my arm in hopes that the zombie infection would not spread. “Cauterize the wound” the woman declared while stretching and cutting my skin. My skin was peach-colored and transparent.

      Updated 08-04-2012 at 11:35 PM by 53983

      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare , memorable
    5. China, mother and the moon

      by , 06-13-2012 at 06:10 AM (Sea of the Unconscious)
      My parents and I were going on vacation to Alaska. A man—a guide presumably—was planning our Alaska trip, but he was not a professional. Then my dream replaced the trip to Alaska with China. We were in a park with a lot of water or fountains. My dad and the guide were walking ahead, leaving a small girl behind—a female relative, I assumed she was my sister or cousin. She was left behind because, though she might have been full of energy at that moment, she’d be too slow or tire out quickly later on. I picked her up and carried her with us, but carrying her around was rather uncomfortable for me.

      We were supposed to go to Star River in China, but we went to Star River on the moon instead. We could breathe on the moon, which confused us. We saw astronauts in space suits, and a pile of poop. I poked it before realizing it was poop. The river was dried up, and had been dried up for years, but the erosion was still etched into the moon’s surface. The guide had intentionally misled us there. Other tours were led to the moon’s Star River instead of China’s Star River, it was a tactic used to waste time. We were disappointed that we were not at China’s Star River. We went back to China, and waited for our turn to take a tour of Star River. We waited in a cafeteria.


      Interpretation
      The moon, Alaska and poop (it looked like my duck’s poop, which I have seen an awful lot of these past few weeks) were all residue from the day before. The little girl might have represented my mother--after all, she was only there when I did not see my mom. My mother is often left out of international travel plans because of her pain and movement issues. My father, sister and I went to China in March without inviting my mother, realizing that she’d be incapable of walking so much. She was rather depressed the week that we were gone, and I’ve felt bad about it ever since. I sometimes view my mother as a child: incapable of managing on her own anymore. I also need a lot of patience with her, like I would with someone younger. I have been offering to help her more at my inconvenience because I know she can’t manage on her own. I also try to protect her from my sisters’ judgements about her, even though my mom drives me crazy too.
    6. Traveling the world

      by , 05-20-2012 at 12:29 PM (Dreams from the northern)
      20th of May
      31st LD
      Dream.Lucid.Comments/awake

      This has to be the best lucid dream i've ever had, because it contained a good plot, awesome places and best dream control i've ever had. So here it is, enjoy. Before the lucid dream, I was riding a horse to school, don't know why just did. Dream skipped Now I was in a church (a tour of somekind), it was italian like. That was when i knew it was a dream. There was a show of somekind, I wasn't too interested about, so I left and went outside. The yard was like a park, I walked away from the church, but I was somehow led back in to the church. I knew someone was going to murder everyone in there. I ran, but every door infront of me closed, when I finally reached the last door, I had enough time and ran through the spot between the two closing doors. I was outside on the grass with the sun shining over my head. I heard screams from the church and everyone on the outside ran away from the church, I was no exception. I tried to fly but it was no use. Dream started fading away...
      ...but with my experience from 30 earlier lucids, I managed to keep the dream. Now with a completely new dream scene, I was in china. I jumped on a boat and started rowing it, I had a hard time getting to the bigger water area. There an idea about a wave came to my mind and without a warning my boat crashed. I went with the water and had my most vivid experience in a dream, I could feel the water in my mouth. I panicked and started losing the dream, but dreams won't get away from me that easily.
      Now with a convenient side-effect of changing dreamscenes. I was standing on a dock and I knew someone was after me. A chinese bad guy saw me and started running after me, I ran a while and somehow felt completely exhausted. I said: "Stop", and he replied: "What now?". I asked him: "Why don't you chase that guy?". There was Jackie Chan running (like in the movies), then he shrugged and ran after him. Now I walked to an alley and I was surrounded by three thugs. Then I tried my dream powers and they worked. I made slash with my finger through the air infront of one of the thugs, he just laughed. I looked at him with a smiling face, he had a confused face and looked at his lower body. He split in half. Then was the time for the other thug to receive a beating. I shot invisible "punches" from my hands. Strike after strike, he was pushed backwards and couldn't take it anymore and fainted. The third thug was still left unharmed and I shot a laser through his head. From my hand of course.
      The dream scene changed and now I was in Italy (I guess) again, but this time I was in Venice. It was night time (this was the best place in the dream), then I walked to a cave, where I found a statue. Walked outside and there was a huge demon . I punched him in the arm and ran. I delivered the statue to some guy. After that I calmed down and saw my friend. He said to me: "In your next dream, you could do some of the tasks you've set for yourself.". I shrugged and watched the moon and the stars. Slowly the dream faded away.


      It has been a while from my last lucid dream, but this was worth waiting. Hopefully my lucid dream count will go sky high, when the summer vacation starts. The dream recall could have been better. Watching the moon propably came from my task to go to the moon. Many places in this dream came from watching The Amazing Race yesterday. And the church from looking at a few pictures of an italian church.
      Categories
      memorable , lucid
    7. bashful around co-worker; obama and southeast asia

      by , 01-08-2012 at 02:52 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was in an office. The office was like a hallway of big, heavy desks, rather than a big floor full of cubicles. There was some kind of dull, greenish, fluorescent light. But daylight flowed in through windows, giving the atmosphere more of a gold-white feel.

      I stood before some desk. I had probably been given some task by "my boss," who then walked away. There was a stack of papers on the desk. I picked it up and turned away from the desk, as if I were going to walk to my own workspace.

      But the hallway was now blocked all the way across by the desk of one of my old senior co-workers, RW. RW sat at his desk. In the usual mild manner he took with me, he asked me if I was happy with my new position. Apparently I was doing research on semiconductors.

      I bashfully giggled and told RW it was okay. RW said, "Well, I certainly don't think I could do something like what you're doing. It would be too much for me, just picking up on semis like that. That's really hard."

      I just giggled and smiled. I couldn't do anything else. RW, who does research on diagnostic equipment and PBMs, had a reputation for being extremely witty, incisive, and self-assured. He could cut anybody down. But he'd always been gentle with me. Even now, I didn't want to spoil my unique relationship with RW by getting over-confident.

      But RW said, "Now, come on! You have to admit that what you're doing is pretty good!"

      I didn't know what to say. I think I might have started to talk about how I thought RW's research was really cool. But before I could say that, I think RW started talking about how his reseach wasn't so difficult.

      Dream #2

      I was in an auditorium full of high schoolers or college kids. There was a group of high-level officials on the stage. The stage was really high up, compared to the seats. I was in the third or fourth row. But I often saw as if I were a video camera, closed right up on the group.

      The group all stood in a kind of random fashion. There weren't any podiums. I'm pretty sure there weren't even any mics. There was no decoration on the stage, either. It was just a bare stage.

      The people on stage were from all over the world. There was some kind of major announcement being made. It had to do with some decision of President Obama's.

      But the main person, who was to make the bulk of the announcement, was alternately Obama and some tall, bald, white, slightly overweight man. But even when the man was Obama, he spoke of Obama in the third person.

      The man first asked a woman to leave the room. The woman's name was something like Piti or Peetee. She looked (to my reflection now) Iranian. She had short hair in a kind of Jackie-O cut. She had pale, olive-colored skin, and a healthy, round figure. Her dress was pale blue-grey. But the fabric was really strange, like a mix between terry cloth and cashmere.

      Piti left through a door to a stairwell, on the right (my right) of the stage. After she left, the man said that Piti had already determined that if Obama's decision was unfavorable to her, she would take some kind of action against him. Apparently Obama had already done something to Piti, basically barring her from making any appearances in the United States.

      But Obama's decision was going to go against Piti's desires. The man explained to all of us that Piti basically had control over all of Southeast Asia. She could bar (I think the man called it "sanction" in the dream) Obama from Southeast Asia, just as he'd barred her from the United States.

      It was pretty obvious (I don't know why) that it was a lot worse for Obama being "sanctioned" from Southeast Asia than it was for Piti to be barred from the United States. But it seemed pretty obvious, as well, that Obama wouldn't tolerate this sanction. So we were all basically told to prepare for a conflict.

      The man had now, apparently, handed out paper presentations to all of us. The presentation was, I think, an argument for why we should aim for some kind of compromise, rather than heading into a conflict. But the presentations were all in Chinese.

      A boy asked the man (who may now have been alone on the stage) if he could give an English translation of the presentation. I turned around so I could see the boy. The auditorium was huge! And it was packed -- full of high school or college students!

      The boy sat at a folding chair along the right wall. He was an Asian boy with a squarish, shortish haircut, squarish glasses, and a dark blue winter jacket.

      The man may have voiced a little disappointment that the boy needed translation. But there was a girl, also Asian, sitting with a female friend. This girl actually yelled back to the boy, "Why do you need a translation? Didn't you study your own language, like everybody else does?"

      The boy said something like, "Well, yeah, I studied. But I just thought if we got a little translation here and there, it could help us get through the rest of the text faster on our own."

      The girl sighed at the boy, like she couldn't believe what a lazy excuse-maker he was. I turned back forward and looked at my text as the girl said, "It basically says that China believes, if the whole world cooperated, we could reach the ends of the universe, with the energy we have right now."

      I looked at the presentation in the hands of the girl to my left. There was a screenshot printed on the page. The shot was of some YouTube video, showing some view of the universe. The sky was mostly black, with just a few faint dots of stars.

      For some reason I was now running to the bathroom. I was somehow involved with some meeting with President Obama. But it also had to do with some branch of Satanism. The branch was named something like Gen Schele. But "Gen" may have been "Glen." And "Schele" may have been "Shell" or "Schnell."

      Obama had possibly already explained something to me about the government, this cult, and some decision being made in international affairs. I really disapproved of it. I thought it would end with a lot of people dying. But I thought it would be weak to voice my disapproval. And I acted like it was perfectly natural.

      But now I needed to go to the bathroom so bad! I was running toward a restroom. I was wearing khaki shorts for some reason (great way to meet the President, right?). And now I couldn't hold my pee anymore. The inner thighs of my shorts were all soaked.

      I didn't think it was so bad. If I got to the bathroom and to a urinal, I could pee the rest of the way in there. Then my shorts would likely dry quickly.

      I was in a bathroom now, peeing in a urinal. But my pee was coming out so much, so forcibly, that I was still spraying all over my shorts, making them even more and more soaked. Plus, I just wasn't stopping! I had peed so much that the urinal was completely full. A huge puddle was already forming on the floor.

      At some point Obama saw me. He asked me, with a bit of disappointment and disdain, what was bothering me so much. I didn't want to tell him what was bothering me. I didn't want him to think I was weak. But I'm pretty sure he knew what was bothering me.

      I just wanted, really badly, to finish peeing, so I could go into one of the stalls, crouch into a fetal position, and just lie there until my shorts finally dried.

      (When I woke up, I seriously expected to find that I'd wet the bed, my dream was so vivid. But, thankfully, I did not. Also -- just as a side note, the "Gen Schele" might be a mix-up of the name of the artist Egon Schiele, and also of the name Rothschild. I've been reading about the Rothschilds lately.)
    8. Asian Cities...

      by , 10-10-2011 at 11:10 PM (Typho's DJ)
      Deleted

      Updated 03-19-2012 at 04:03 AM by 44350

      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. Traitorous Friend and an army of False Awakenings

      by , 09-30-2011 at 01:41 PM
      Dream 1

      I was in school and we were going on a trip to somewhere. I was having a bad hair day and people were taking pictures and put it on facebook. We were going to somewhere that looked like China and my teacher was strict. She looked like Miss Trunchball.



      I went to the place with my girlfriend and peole started shooting me so I flew away. Once again I went through this dream a few times (I think twice). The second time I slipped off a flying ship or something and was stuck in a crevice. I called my friend for help but he flew off, leaving me to muster up strength to escape and fly away. He looked like Terry from The Firm (2009).



      Then we went back to school and I completely blanked my friend who deserted me. He was apologising but I wasn't having any of it.

      Dream 2

      I was in a prison-like place where we were going to beat up up one of the "prisoners" who looked like Ben Mitchell.

      My chief said "We're fight him like it was "Rise of The Foot Soldier". Then one of the other guards said "I saw that, it wasn't that good". We all laughed then went downstairs to the cell. It looked more like a docking bay than a prison but whatever.

      False Awakening

      I had many FA's today but I don't remember that many.

      I wrote more in my DJ.

      My mum told me that I could have pizza on Sunday when I usually have it on Saturday. Some times I think my mind is giving me dream signs.
    10. chinese missile; g-dragon album; laruku song

      by , 09-24-2011 at 01:46 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      The new designs for the Dream Views site are pretty cool!

      Dream #1

      A TV show. A missile had been launched over some part of America, possibly on the west coast. I saw what looked like some landforms in a huge river or else some chain of islands in very shallow water. I saw this from a couple thousand meters in the sky.

      A man then discussed what he had seen. The man seemed to be in maybe his late thirties or early forties. He was pretty tall, kind of overweight, and kind of pale. He had wide, blue eyes, and a kind of long, walrus-like moustache. He wore a black t-shirt and a baseball cap.

      The man had apparently worked at some point in his life as a missile expert. He began discussing some of the contrails he had seen coming out of the missile.

      The man knew, from the contrails, what exact kind of chemicals were in them. The man listed the chemicals. From the chemicals, the man knew this missile was a Chinese nuclear missile. But the man was less concerned with the fact that the missile was nuclear than with the harm that could come from the contrails.

      There was now a view, which the man had apparently prepared, of the missile rising up over the landscape I had previously seen.

      The contrails were visually altered by the man, so that they now appeared blood red. The man had colored the contrails red so they would be easier to see. The man wanted people to see something very specific about the shape or the motion of the contrails.

      Dream #2

      I was in a record store. I was at the front end of the store, looking through some kind of bin attached to the wall. I was flipping through a bunch of CDs.

      I found some CDs by the K-Pop rapper G-Dragon. There was some new album that I found by him. I wanted it. It may have had a price tag of $49.99 on it. I may have been holding some other CDs. I took the CD I wanted to the register, at the back of the store.

      The man at the register sat down at a desk like a receptionist's desk. The top was higher than the cashier's actual desktop. The man pulled out a "for sale" copy of the CD I'd wanted. There was some price on it like $129.99. I thought that was a horrible price to pay for a CD.

      I told the man that I probably didn't want the CD after all. I'd thought it was a lot cheaper. The man didn't seem to quite hear me. He was now opening up the CD case and fumbling through the contents of the CD. There were a few different sleeves, like from G-Dragon's old albums.

      I thought that perhaps this CD was actually a collection of all of G-Dragon's albums. But I didn't think he'd actually made enough solo albums to justify a CD for $129.99. Then I realized that G-Dragon had actually made six solo albums. So $129.99 seemed like an okay price, even though I still didn't want the album.

      I may have told the man that I'd go back to the front and get the album I'd seen and wanted -- the cheaper album. I then somehow got talking to the man about how I liked G-Dragon. I may then have discussed Big Bang, the band G-Dragon had been a part of.

      Dream #3

      I was walking down in a tunnel of a subway station. It was a long corridor between different platforms. It was wider than a lot of corridors -- almost as wide as a street and sidewalk.

      I walked past a little rock band that seemed to be made up of middle aged men. The band was playing a song that sounded very familiar to me.

      I was either the only one or one of the very few people walking down the corridor. But as the band stopped playing, a man and a woman may have walked past the band. They asked the band who had made the song they'd been singing. The band said Sting had made it.

      But I suddenly recognized the tune from a L'Arc en Ciel song I liked a lot. In my dream, I mistakenly thought it came from the album SMILE. I had walked past the band. But now, realizing the tune, I turned around and ran back to the band.

      The band seemed to be breaking apart, as if they were done with their performance. There seemed to be a couple of Latino guys and maybe an Asian guy, a black guy, and a white guy. I got their attention before they all walked away.

      I asked them if the song they had been singing was by L'Arc en Ciel. One of the men told me no, that the song had been written by Sting.

      I then told them I thought the song was a lot like a L'Arc en Ciel song on the album SMILE. I told them I would play them some of it from my phone. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and began scrolling through what I thought was my list of albums.

      But instead, I was getting nothing but a bunch of photographs of SUVs. There were green, red, beige, and steel-grey SUVs. I had nothing on my phone, apparently, but photos of SUVs.

      I was kind of panicked, and I tried to tell the band members that I had completely forgotten how to pull up the songs on my phone. All I could do was pull up photos.

      One of the men said something like, "That makes sense. You're down in the subway. You can't access sound. You can only access images."
    11. Dream Journal 28: Rural streets of Beijing China, and my lost m4a1.

      by , 08-20-2011 at 03:52 PM (World of Kaos)
      My dream starts out looking at a number on the wall that I am supposed to hear from regarding an internship. I am for some reason in my parents room, and sure enough the number calls. I got the internship, and I am very pleased. My parents congratulate me, but then I have a false awakening. I wake up in my parents bed room, but this time a different number is posted on the wall, one that made no sense. It was like "1-808-VTLR79__" or something. At this point I was like "oh shit, that last time it was a dream, so this is just another dream." Then I got really excited and became lucid after looking away at the number on the wall and looking back it it. Then that's when it became weird...

      As soon as I turned lucid, The left side of my body in the dream stopped working completely, including my eye which now all I could see was black. Getting a little rattled, I yelled "lights on!" and "left side begin working!" After I yelled this, I remember going into sleep paralysis for a split second, and then closing my eyes to be shot straight into another dream.

      When I entered my dream, I was completely lucid, and was somewhere on the rural streets of Beijing, China. I am not sure how I knew that, I just knew. Anyways, I noticed my dream was a little unstable, so I calmed down and began looking in detail at my environment for a while. I also did a couple spins and rubbed my hands together to ensure that the dream would be stable for at least a while. Then, I began walking down the streets in attempt to begin some lucid goals of mine.

      I stopped at an intersection, and made myself start physically-shifting. An incredible pain had initiated where the muzzle would be breaking through. Very similar to my phantom limb shifts in real life, except a LOT more pain involved. I felt ears piercing through my skull in order to struggle out. At this point I wanted to make sure my shifting was going on as planned, however, when I started looking at my body and feeling around there was absolutely no evidence that I had physically started shifting. After this, my shift stopped all of a sudden, and I became extremely frustrated. Because I am usually able to fly in my dreams, I wanted to make sure not all my superpowers were affected. Unfortunately they were too.

      At this point I decide to turn at the intersection and start running on all fours and initiating a mental shift in my dream to see if it would help. After a while, I came out of the shift realizing nothing had happened. I gave up in frustration, and began to climb a wall nearby in effort to find higher ground (began to lose my lucidness). However, in attempting so I fell and slipped.
      It hurt like shit. Dream fades on...

      ------------------------------------------

      I am at a ski resort, or in Alaska somewhere living in little huts with a bunch of friends. There is snow absolutely covering everything. "J" is in the same bedroom as me, and we are roommates. I miss the bus to go somewhere because I am too busy looking for my m4a1 assault rifle (a real one) that I thought was in my paintball duffelbag.
    12. Buildings in the desert, possibly post-apocalyptic future setting,does anyone recognise these images

      by , 07-25-2011 at 03:54 AM
      Buildings in the desert (possibly india,china), possibly post-apocalyptic future setting,

      - does anyone recognise these images from dreams
      - has anyone seen a sunburnt man with a robe gaining access to these buildings in the desert

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      Updated 07-26-2011 at 11:49 PM by 32472

      Categories
      nightmare , memorable , lucid , non-lucid
    13. Solid Snake!? Possible Share?

      by , 06-27-2011 at 01:12 PM (Dark_Merlin's Dream Journal)
      My recall of this dream isn't as vivid as i would like it to have been, but the dream itself was incredibly vivid.

      I was helping someone I just met complete some sort of goal. I didn't know who they were, but I decided to help them anyway - they seemed pretty genuine. He was probably around 14-15, with blonde hair and defined features. We went on some sort of Metal Gear Solid style adventure in some sort of chinese village to help figure out the secret behind the recent shortage of cucumbers. It was believed that the cucumbers had been poisoned and so they had to recall massive amounts of cucumber stock - but this was not the case.

      We went to a store which reminded me a lot of the local Go-Lo and talked to a woman in her mid 20's about it, and she said she'd demonstrate and asked for a lighter. Confused, I pulled out my lighter (er, what? I dont carry one) and handed it to her. She took a massive bite of a cucumber and spat it at the flame of the lighter, creating a giant fireball! That explains why they recalled them!

      We went to the middle of China Town, and found my friend's dad, who helped us find our way. I have a memory of running around here very fast, and not realising I was disturbing those around me. Jeremy's dad showed us that we had to walk slowly and bow in respect to everyone we passed. We got to a bridge, where I bowed to an asian man sitting at a table I swear I've seen in a cafe in my dreams before. We crossed the bridge slowly - but it was different this time, it was a zig-zag shape. We made it through and made our way to the graveyard, where we were to open a casket right in the middle to find out the secret behind the cucumber.

      We walked carefully around the perimeter of the site. The casket was in the middle of a sort of digging site, with dirt piled high all around it and the casket alone in the middle. We were almost at the center when someone grabbed us - Solid Snake!?

      'What are you two kids doing disturbing the ___(cant remember) festival?'
      We questioned him about the festival, and at one point he seemed embarrassed about it. I'm not entirely sure what happened after this, I believe we might have solved the case, and the last thing I remember was playing minecraft - something about my body and arms being made out of minecraft materials.


      My friend, forcee says that last night he had a dream with this same boy in it, he matches the description perfectly. Interesting, if this was a dreamshare, it'd be great to find out who it was!
    14. Store in china

      by , 06-21-2011 at 11:31 AM (Taffy's Sweet Dreams)
      I was in a store in china with my mom. There was a whole row of tubes of toothpaste. There was a hole in the ceiling that water was coming through, getting the tubes wet. My mom asked a manager if they had any dry ones. Then we got on the line. My stepdad asked the lady at the counter if he could see a friend of his that worked at the store. the lady told him he was too busy.
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    15. My Love, My China, My School, My Anüki

      by , 01-26-2011 at 06:06 AM (From the Drowsy Mind of a Mouse)
      "If you had a million Shakespeares, could they write like a monkey?"
      Stephen Wright

      This journal is late. So are the next few I'll be making. I've been busy.

      First of all, start playing this. This was the tune in my dream.

      Yeah, I was in China! My girlfriend and I were on a big tall tower, with crossed pieces of wood. It was like this:

      only much, much higher. I estimated about 200, 300 feet high. It was high. A stereotypical little Chinese house was on top.
      I was up there with my lovely girlfriend, and there was a porch-like area above the ground, and a cannon on it. I peered in the cannon, unsure of its purpose. When I pulled my head away, it shot out a little cube on a stick. The stick was about a foot long, the cube the volume of one segment of my thumb. As it fell, a parachute came out and it wafted to the ground below.
      "What was that?" I asked.
      She giggled and bumped me. I lost balance for a moment, and when I became sturdy, I noted that there were no railings on the tower. I almost fell.
      "Hey, Tanya [name changed], be careful! I don't want to fall!"

      Time skip.

      I was in school. Tanya was late to her math class (the room we were going to was my science room during my freshman year of high school, and the teacher was her present Health teacher. I brought her there, and I also put a note on the door for the teacher. He had been bothered lately by kids skipping class and going to see him, so the note said: "I know you're important and stuff, but don't interrupt my goddamn class!"
      He laughed and told me that it was an excellent note.

      Time skip.

      I was checking my Facebook page at home, and everyone was messaging me about how the note was awesome. Some kid I didn't know posted, "Awesome note. Give me your student ID and next bonfire [an annual school event], you'll have alcohol privileges! Oh wait, you're underage..."
      It's true. I am.

      Time skip.

      I was back in China, on that same tower with Tanya. I looked over the edge. It was a long way down. Tanya bumped me again and grabbed me with a hug.
      "Really," I began, "don't do that-" but I was cut off as I fell over the edge.
      Time was not in slow motion, but the falling was. The feeling of weightlessness was euphoric. Down, down I went, but I panicked not and I worried not. A minor inconvenience, yes, but I knew this falling wouldn't kill me. I just kept falling down. I was light as air. I spun as I descended to the Earth and I saw the plaza below me. There were little red shops on the street corners and many happy people meandering about. It was so peaceful, and I felt removed from the world as I got closer to the ground.
      At last, we landed with a thud.
      I wasn't hurt, just really sore from the fall. "You ok?" Tanya asked.
      "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied.
      "Ok," and she got up and walked away.
      I remained on the ground. I was pretty sore. I finally stood up, but Tanya was long gone. I looked around, and there was the Anüki (pronounced "An'OO'key). The Anüki was a white monkey, about three feet tall. There is an image below, drawn by me.
      The Anüki looked at me with a stern glare, and then silently walked over and gave me a big, warm, soft hug. It was a powerful hug, with the ever-necessary pat on the back as well.
      This thing is so darn awesome. When I LD, I'm going to make sure he is in my dream again. I like the Anüki.


      Yeah, this angry thing gave me a hug. It smelled nice, too, and it looked clean. Just an overall nice fellow.
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