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    1. linked dreams

      by , 08-18-2010 at 09:09 AM (scumpy's journey to lucidity...)
      These dreams happened over 4 sleep cycles but it's difficult to separate when they happened

      Flying back and forth for a job interview, staying in a hotel. S,R,L and W are there, something about a TV.

      Get the new job arguing with my dad about God and miracles. Find out about troubled person Q. Have a new beach house on a golf estate - WOHOO!! Quad bikes riding around, house was Q's.

      i'm engaged in some sordid online chat thing C and R are also on but they don;t know that I am. SV is complaining about cleaning the FS team office carpet. More sordid chat.

      M and me were in an accident, he is in hospital in critical condition. Bubba is a DR - lol and looks at x-rays and gives his opinion, M's body is there and B cuts his hospital gown made of lycra with a scalpel to look underneath at his stomach. I explain our injuries. Later I'm comforting M's mom and the operation begins while we sit a a board room table.

      I'm at dad's business in kimberley upstairs, there is a n axel for my mom's car, I am extremely tired form M's ordeal (he died). and grab an energy sachet from a bag that belongs to my dad, it feels like I'm stealing it. We go down a car ramp and then C is gonna pull me somewhere on like a rickshaw thing but she can't. We have a discussion with a street kid...

      I'm on the back of a pickup, dad is driving. He greats an old friend and then a dog chases us. We go into a bike store, I look at MX pants and then tires and then boots, all the boots are sucky...
    2. Dreams from the last few days

      by , 08-16-2010 at 01:08 PM (scumpy's journey to lucidity...)
      12/08

      Something about the fundraisers I'm organizing for a trip some young people are going on. Phone call with pastor from Bikers Church about details of fundraiser.

      Something about a guy coming for biltong

      Dads birthday. Beer and biltong ( google it ) Grandpa - cricket. Sharks are playing rugby against Griquas. Jean Deysel and Juan Smith and Kabamba Floors are in the house. I try to speak to Jean but can't speak (something to do with breathing). Meagan is in the dream.

      13/08

      I'm travelling of the Kimberley yacht club road with Janet. She is having financial problems and is basically asking me for money. I tell her I can't help her. I'm showering next to the road (in a shower that just happens to be there). P and a lady are walking on the other side. I get out the shower and I'm suddenly looking for a place to get dressed, I go in a cave and suddenly it turns into a warehouse - there are lots of teenagers there we're planning on camping there. There is a trampoline and tents. Piet is in a small office working on a PC. Their are broken forklifts in the warehouse and some working ones. A giant crane/machine comes to life and at first is just randomly dangerous but then it tries to kill us by spinning stuff that we have to jump over and dodge. It turns in to a person and I try to explain that we have permission to be here.

      14/08

      Walking over a bridge at night
      Golf balls in the mud

      15/08

      Running an event. B and co involved. Event involves dancing and music. B and co supposed to be helping. D is also involved and organises some expensive socks to give away - I get a pink pair . i go to P in an old bathroom attached to a theatre like room. B and co are there I call them down to talk to them and try to finnish p'ing before they get there (I didn't wet the bed which is always a good thing). I eventually get to talk to them and some lady who has higher authority than me is backing me up.
    3. Selling illegal stuff and naked brazilians

      by , 08-12-2010 at 10:26 AM (scumpy's journey to lucidity...)
      Recalled 2 dreams from last night I'm sick and medication so I'm pretty happy with this.

      1) I download something ilegal from the interent possible from mega upload and go to the park near my house (trim park) to sell it. We want to trap the buyers and plan to circle around in the car after we make the drop.
      At some point my parents get killed by a water monster/person.

      2) I'm in Brazil to visit the family we stayed with. C is with me and she is driving. She can't park next to their house so I take over, I drive around the block and also have trouble but manage to park. We were driving a pickup (blue I think). WE go inside and the mom and dad are naked, I see the most of the mother but the father is in bed covered in a sheet, they don't seem to mind. The dad gets up and wants to talk to me he asks me to make him a sandwich with butter on, I find some buttered rolls for him. We sit and he begins to tell me some of the problems they've experienced since we were there and also some of the good stuff that has happened.

      We leave there because we need to get to Port Allegre to get visas to attend an event that is in Brazil but has something to do with US politics. Something about us getting permission to be on the lawn. We catch a bus and get dropped off at a fuel station, there is a fuel shortage due to some crisis. I turn into K and K's dad is there carrying a heavy suitcase. I offer to carry it but he declines. We pass the lake we're supposed to on our right and then get to the bus stop. There is a sign board and I can read it - of course it changes but my mind changes it into an electronic sign board!! aargh
    4. #126. Claustrophobia

      by , 08-08-2010 at 11:26 PM (Things to Run Away From Really Fast)
      08/08/10

      I'm part of a story in a familiar seeming place. Everything's happening out of order, events and dialogue added where I think the story needs it. As I wake up, I see the story written out on a word processor.

      I wake up. As I fall back asleep, I enter HH. I'm a younger version of Dean Winchester, and there's something I still need to do. I'm still lucid, but I don't want to wake myself up, so I fall into the dream.

      ***

      I'm a giant, fighting a tiny man as we climb up a water tower. I try to kick him off my foot, but he's holding on, trying to stab my toes.

      ***

      I'm in prison. I'm sitting with a group of people, all handcuffed with zip-ties, our hands wound up in green mesh. My mom and dad are there, part of the dozen or so people jammed into the cell, sitting on the wooden benches where there's room.



      Despite the lack of space, I'm not crowded on the bench. I'm also pretty much ignoring everyone in the room, now that the guards are gone. I'm concentrating on removing the zip-ties. I think I might have been chewing through them at some point, but with a flourish, I have them off my wrists. I hold onto the mess of plastic for a second, think about pretending I'm still trapped, but I let it fall to the floor. I'll take my chances.

      Finally, we get our own cells. All of the doors are open, so I calmly walk over to the cell by the window and sit down on the bed. Originally, we were supposed to be sharing cells, but there aren't any bunk beds. There is no privacy; everything that isn't an outside wall is made of narrow bars, four inches apart. My mom takes the cell beside mine.

      Lights out. A guard comes over to check that we're in bed. He stands too close, but I'm not worried. I sense no malevolence in him.

      Which is fortunate, for his sake.

      The guard shuffles away and I stand up, moving silently in the shadows. The locked door to my cell swings open of its own accord, and I walk, unnoticed, right out of the building.

      ***

      I'm a hunter. Female, with long, curly black hair. I'm interviewing witnesses, trying to figure out what's going on in this town. Someone recognizes me from an earlier hunt, and claims I'm a cop.

      ***

      Two versions of Dean Winchester sit at different tables at a restaurant. One is just barely older than the other. The younger one approaches him.

      "You know, I've had a hell of a time since you got the cops after you again."

      ***



      There are two versions of Dean Winchester, but the age difference is exaggerated. One of them is a child, and the other is an old man.

      They're at the entrance of an old quanset on a farm, when I see a flash of something happening in the distance. Six plumes of light grey smoke fly from the ground and hurtle toward us.

      Sam and Dean, about five and nine at the moment, are outside. A little piece of narration goes off in my head.

      They're after the kids. Demons who steal away children that wander off on their own. It's part of the local folklore.

      I'm hardly there at all, so the older Dean has to decide who to save: the younger Sam or the younger Dean. Of course he goes after Sam, and I stay inside, waiting, as the demons approach mini-Dean.

      When they grab him, when they go hurtling through the air towards their base, I phase through the wall and take off after them.

      "Omnipitus omundi patronus," I mutter to myself, sneaking into an old farmhouse. Wait, Patronus?

      Just like that, I'm lucid. I smile, and crawl into the small entranceway. Bits of dust flake off of everything I touch, and I find myself crawling as the hallway gets smaller and smaller.

      A woman attacks me out of nowhere. By all rights, I shouldn't be able to move in the small hallway I've wedged myself into. I won't consider myself trapped, though. I lash out, grabbing the woman by the jaw and the back of her head, and I twist.

      The woman falls to the floor, her neck broken.

      The house is normal sized again, and I walk into the bedroom, see the young Dean lie sprawled out over the bed. "Omnipitus omundi patronus," I repeat, but nothing happens. I sigh, and pick the boy up, ready to run him back to his brother and older self.


      Claustrophobia. Scare Factor: 2.
    5. Recall= 5 Dreams

      by , 08-06-2010 at 04:59 PM
      I had pretty good recall last night... just no lucids.

      Dream 1:

      I had a dream that my dad entered into a contest to win two Alienware M15x and won. I remember being really excited but asked him why he did that (We both already have an M11x IWL). I also remember feeling the texture of the sides of the computer, etc...

      Dream 2 (**Possibly Shared**):

      This dream was quite strange... I was captured by terrorists and they put me into this training camp for some reason. They put me into this place where there was other people my age, and we all had pistols. We were instructed to shoot at each other, I shot all the rounds in my clip, and then I got shot in the head with a bullet. Apparently, the bullet must of not gone through my skull for some reason. (My Dream Self must have a thick skull ) Anyway, after that happened in the dream I was thinking, "Oh shit, I got shot in the head! But why didn't it kill me?" I SHOULD of done a reality check after that, but no... I didn't. The next thing I remember seeing is my dad for some reason walking around talking to terrorists. After that, my attention was dragged back to the instructor, who gave me another clip of ammo for my pistol, he then instructed us to shoot at each other. I again, depleted my clip, and got shot in the head. I remember a slomo shot just for like 1 second of the bullet coming towards me. I got knocked over this time, but it still didn't kill me. The last thing that I remember about this dream is my dad doing something to my head which raised the blood pressure to cause the bullets to pop out of my skull the way that they entered. When he did this in the dream I lost my vision for a second, and felt pressure in my head. Next I felt the bullets pop out and clatter to the ground while feeling warm blood trickle down my face.

      Dream 3 (**Possibly Shared**):

      I had a dream where I was playing Halo with my best friend IWL. He is Mynden on these forums. IWL, he has only beat me like 2-3 times ever, and this didn't change in the dream . The first thing that happened was apparently we were playing Reach because I kept assassinating him the way that you do in Reach. The dream didn't feel like you were playing Halo, more of actually being your person. So for awhile that's all we did, talk smack, and I kept killing him. Anyway after awhile something happened that scared me and him, there was a strange dot on my radar in game, it wasn't a solid dot like usual, it was a swirly, non solid dot that was red, signifying it was hostile. In the dream, I asked Mynden if he saw that same thing and he said he did. I used my radar to find where this thing was, and I found it. When it saw me it started to run away, down into a place I have never seen in any Halo map. There was this gravity lift that was a purplish color, built into a wall, the ghostly thing went down into it, and I followed. When I got into the gravity lift, I looked down, and there was this big black entity that had a bunch of black spheres inside of it. I got the idea that the spheres were spirits. I reached down and tried to grab one of the spheres inside of the entity, but I couldn't. The next thing I remember is the dream setting changing, the gravity lift was still there, Mynden was gone, and the entity was still there. But below us was an ocean, and a base that was under attack in the ocean. It seemed like every time someone died in the battle below us another black sphere would go inside of the entity. I floated down from the place and went to the ground. I was completely ignored in the battle for some reason, and the last thing I remember from the dream is a nuclear, or some massive, explosion going off into the base while I was right next to it, probably ending this entire battle by killing everyone.

      These next two dreams are really fragmented.

      Dream 4:

      Before going to bed, I was talking to someone that I Role Play with on World of Warcraft about possibly attempting to induce a dream where I was my troll character or was with both of our troll characters (Our chars are sisters). The reason for this is to see what we could develop out our characters from my dream state. As for the dream, I don't really remember anything about it other than I was either my character, or I was with my character doing something.

      Dream 5:

      This dream is the most vague of all of the dreams I recalled last night, and it's probably because I have spent so much energy remember all of the other ones, because I had a good idea of all of these dreams the moment after I had them, but not so much when I went to go write them down. Now that I go to write down this dream... I honestly do not remember it anymore.

      Updated 08-06-2010 at 05:01 PM by 30680

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    6. Undercover cops, bar zombies, female dance class, and infusing movement with feeling

      by , 08-05-2010 at 01:41 PM
      PART 1 - FREE BEER AND UNDERCOVER COPS

      I'm walking down the street across from where I work, it's night. Some girl, mid 20s, black hair, wearing a professional navy colored suit, is handing out cans of beer - like how some people hand out promotional flyers to everyone who passes by, except it's cans of beer half as tall as a normal can. I take it even though I don't drink. The top is already open when she hands it to me.

      I continue down the road and these two older guys start following me, late 30s, one has very light blond hair, almost white, especially his eyebrows, mostly bald... reminds me of Hank from the show Breaking Bad. Don't remember anything about the other guy.

      They keep within my personal space, and somehow I figure they must be undercover cops. I look at the Hank guy and call it out, "so, you must be..." He pretends not to know what I'm getting at. I say "nevermind" and cross the street toward work, they follow me.

      When we get to the other side, they reveal their identity and ask about the beer, if I've been drinking or plan to. I say that I hadn't drank any and have no intentions of doing so, which is true. They hear the sincerity and conviction in my voice, believe me, and leave me be.

      ANALYSIS

      The thing that stands out most to me is my conviction when I told them I wasn't going to drink, and the fact that they believed me.

      Perhaps a message about the importance of sincerity.

      - - -

      PART 2 - BAR ZOMBIES

      I go to a bar with my dad. There are couches... all of the patrons are sitting silently, staring off awkwardly. Men and women in their 40s, at least some of them are dad's family. I realize that they're just there because they don't want to be alone.

      There was a much more complex storyline involving dad as well, but can't remember...

      ANALYSIS

      I think the important part of this one was the realization that they just didn't want to be alone.

      It makes me think of how people will lower their standards in relationships (romantic or otherwise) just to avoid loneliness.

      I was feeling oddly lonely yesterday and spoke to someone who I'd previously dismissed as too irritatingly trivial to interact with, just to talk to someone, anyone. I did so more on my own terms than before, however, not changing the way I acted to match theirs. Instead, they changed to match mine. It actually did make me feel better.

      - - -

      PART 3 - FAIL AT FEMALE DANCE CLASS

      I'm in a dance class meant for females. I can't do the movement properly for some reason, I keep swaying back and forth with my arms, but it's not correct. When the session ends, I do a backward roll over my left shoulder.

      Teacher is in mid to late 40s, neck length brown hair, taught face with some wrinkles.

      ANALYSIS

      I generally consider myself fairly feminine in certain ways.

      I'm not sure what would trigger that sense of not being able to "get it right," however.

      Except perhaps losing repetitively as Zerg in Starcraft, but that seems a bit of a stretch. Oh well, I always try to come up with at least one possibility for each part.

      - - -

      PART 4 - INFUSING MOVEMENT WITH FEELING IN PAINTING

      I think this is the same class as the one above.

      A male teacher - 40s, quite fat, longer hair (ponytail?) - challenged by a student that they "can't paint," demonstrates in front of the class by making 2 simple marks of a dark blue. They're very slow and deliberate, he twists the brush to make two marks each conveying movement into the other, like a yin yang. I can see he's infusing much feeling into the movements.

      I'm able to recognize it because this is something I do naturally. I allow the feeling to take over my hands. I remember clearly the feeling of my arms moving involuntarily with the brush in the air.

      ANALYSIS

      The feeling or lack there of conveyed in movement is something I notice in people at all times.

      Perhaps this theme of feeling in movement was the result of being quite focused on the sensation of swaying my arms in the previous part.

      In fact, thinking about it now, I was really quite aware of it in the moment. I think this may be the first sign of greater dream awareness. It makes sense that it would begin kinesthetically for me. Focusing on body awareness first in dreams may be my personal key to achieving lucidity.

      I feel that this is a very important discovery. Progress!

      - - -

      FRAGMENT

      Walking down a street, cars and shops, downtown in some city, night. Someone is impersonating Immortal Technique, one of their lines ends with "poke them in the eye," I think this is weak and not something they would say.

      ANALYSIS

      Possibly triggered by a post I made on here mentioning IT.

      When I first woke up, I thought I would have no dreams to report today. It seems to take some time for me to recall.

      For me it's not a matter of "getting it all onto paper quickly before I forget," it's more "keep waiting around until some random thought triggers a memory, which triggers another one..." and so on.

      Updated 08-06-2010 at 03:32 AM by 30838

      Categories
      non-lucid
    7. Rich family piano visit, rap album with G

      by , 08-03-2010 at 01:18 PM
      PART 1 - RICH FAMILY PIANO VISIT

      I'm visiting some rich, "upper class" family. I don't know how I know them.

      There is a mother - 50s, slim, narrow face, short brown cropped hair, well mannered but stern, a cold personality... and a daughter, who looks like someone I very vaguely know IRL.

      The house seems to be based on two locations from my past, one from my childhood and one my father's current home. Kind of both at once, as dreams often seem to weirdly do.

      I practice on their piano (in the kitchen area from my childhood house)... meanwhile in the next room, the mother is teaching the daughter piano (living room, right across - where there used to actually be a piano IRL).

      At one point I crawl into the room toward the corner opposite from them (there is no other furniture other than the piano), where there is a picture of the daughter leaning against the wall on the floor. I "fix" the tilt of the picture. As I do, I'm more or less staring at the daughter. She pretends not to notice.

      As I'm crawling back out, I realize that I was staring and that it must have seemed creepy, and think to myself that I should completely ignore the daughter for a while to compensate.

      After a while the mother comes in and asks how I'm doing. I pick up on the subtext that it's time for me to go, and say that I was actually just about to head out.

      As I'm leaving I notice I'm wearing a bulky green-ish jacket I've borrowed from them. I hesitate, wondering if they'll ask for it back, but suppose they let me keep it for now as it's raining outside.

      I think the original reason I borrowed it had something to do with what took place before I arrived, some sense of danger, but can't remember. I remember something about playing in an orchestra...

      On my way out (now based on my father's current home), where there is usually a closet by the front door, I notice it's a door into an entire room that is in fact a giant checkers board, with giant checkers pieces to play with and everything.

      ANALYSIS

      Piano is one of several arts I've been considering to spend my time on while not working on my meditation project, so I'm sure that association is primed in my mind.

      Crawling into the room... this could certainly symbolize submitting to their "higher status."

      Fixing the tilt of the picture... this could mean trying to improve her self image, perhaps repair damage done by the harsh mother figure.

      The checkers room... this could refer to decadence, extravagance, this rich family having a whole room just for checkers.

      -----

      PART 2 - RAP ALBUM G

      I'm talking to my IRL friend G about releasing a rap album. I say that I'm not super motivated to release one at this point, otherwise I would be "working my contacts," that it's "just a hobby right now."

      ANALYSIS

      Perhaps trying to qualify myself, essentially trying to prove, "I could if I wanted to."

      Updated 08-03-2010 at 01:21 PM by 30838

      Categories
      non-lucid
    8. 01/08/2010

      by , 08-02-2010 at 08:05 AM (scumpy's journey to lucidity...)
      1) I remember playing on top of some roofs with my friends, I think we are kids. We have like a fort up there. At some stage I am on the ground and some other kids are on top of the roof where our fort is but I'm an adult now (this could have been later).

      2)Running somewhere with someone who I know is a genius, we're running through peoples gardens to get to our destination, I trust him because he's a genius. we run into a garden and I see a mother and a daughter that I know doing zoomba in their living room we sneak into their house to try sneak out the back and continue on our journey but they see us. They turn into a different mother and daughter (G and H).

      At some point I have a big scab diagonally down my face because I ran into something. I pull the scab off trying not to anyone see but G sees and whispers judgmentally to someone else what I am doing.

      We're travelling in D's car and we have to avoid ostriches in the road. We turn left towards mountains (V's farm). I think the vehicle changes my dad and my uncle are there on the left there is a huge platform built onto the side of a mountain, it is Bafana Bafana's south africa soccer team) world cup training camp. It's like a HUGE highway on ramp ending in a dead end. My dad and uncle? discuss how this facility can now be used to bring in money and offset it's huge cost.

      I'm in a house still have the wound on my face, I'm really upset about having been forced to do something against my will by my family.

      Updated 08-02-2010 at 08:11 AM by 34248

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment , side notes
    9. some wierd dreams

      by , 07-31-2010 at 06:48 PM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      ★★★

      Mom

      Vague dream where I am talking to my mom. She was saying that she was dead now. I asked where she died... She said in some room. I asked for the specific location, because she is still missing and my family needs to confirm her death. She seemed trouble by my questions and started flipping out.

      Mom again

      Vague dream about chasing my mom up a hill.

      Weird


      I'm on some sort of cliff overlooking a shoreline. There's a bridge people are building, we have to roll the beginning pieces of the bridge to the edge of the cliff and fasten them. At first they appear to be too big for anyone to move, but some how i manage to move a large piece all by myself. I have trouble fastening it to the cliff. But then i notice these clamps that are set up on the cliff. I mess with the clamps until they hold onto the cliff tightly.

      Dad

      i'm with my dad in some weird construction site. I have to slide down some walls in order reach some black buckets that's all I remember.

      Buying Coffee


      I'm driving with my brother when we pull up to a tim hortons coffee chop. We go through the drive thru, but the drive thru leads inside. My brother says i have to pay myself. We drive in and I'm no longer in the car, so i try to pay for my drink. An Asian guy is selling me the coffee and he gives me the price. I can't hear him well so i pay witha quarter and a nickel. He says he doesn't want a nickel but a dollar. He acts like I was trying to rip him off. I find four quarters in my hand in the change. i hand it to him and he smiles. I then go outside to where my brother is parked.

      Yeah

      Vague sex dream with asuka

      HH

      I had a brief Hypnagogic flash of someone holding a card in front of me. it read "Bow down". The image faded. I said "hell no"

      Captain Janeway reads my dream journal

      I remember pulling up to some nightclub with some people. We get out of a car and it's night time. The guys say we have to reposition Captain Janeway's bed in the trunk. Apparently she's injured or something and tied to a bed and we have to shift the bed's position ever once in a while.

      I open the trunk and she's tied to some bed. We talk for a bit. I try to move her but I touch her feet, when i do that her toe almost falls off. It's soft and mushy like uncooked sausage... when you don't handle it carefully it falls apart. She looks shocked but kind of faking it. She then tells me thank you for shifting her bed, she said she knows from reading my dream journal that I had to do this for my mother recently.

      Super WTF party.

      (Note: lots of sexual content don't read if you are offended)

      I remember being at some large party. I remember it was at my house. By the living room some guy was sitting up high some where taking pictures.

      Outside some guy was trying to fight one of my old friends. I got in between them and pushed them away from each other. I'm like "Don't hit Brad... he's my friend... or was years ago in school" They agree not to fight. I see brad begin to walk away but the other guy pulls a small metal ladder out of nowhere and hits brad in the back of the head with it. Then brad gets something metal also and hits the other guy with it. now they are having a full fledged fight.

      I go back to the entrance of the house and some people are watching. I ask one guy to give me his cell phone and I'll call the police. He hands it to me, but just then a cop car pulls up and the police start hauling the fighters away.

      I go inside and now the party seems to be winding down. I go down some stairs and see a line of people playing a game, in the line the one person has their hands on the next person's hips. I go back upstairs to avoid them. I find myself in a living room and I see Shawna sitting on the couch in boy form. His/her eyes are waide as if he saw something that he shouldn't have seen. Just then some Transvestites knock on the door and enter the place. They have manly faces that aren't even tempting. I try to find a place to sleep.

      I go into another living room area that seems to be empty. I sit down on a chair. Then i notice that there are people there... they aren't sleeping but having an orgy. Oh well if i can't sleep i might as well watch. I spot a couch where two lesbians are making out. One turns to me and gives me a seductive look. A third woman comes up from the one cushion of the couch. then a fourth woman comes out. The other three women disappear.

      The remaining woman comes up to me and starts making out with me. The kissing is weird. lots of tongue, so for a second i'm worried if i am acting like a pig. She stops, and now she's naked. She moves toward me about to get on me. I wonder if this is actually happening, but it feels real enough. She gets on and we start having sex. I do a few quick thrust but get kind of tired. I don't like doing fast sex like you see in porno movies so i go slower. i look down and see that she is gushing. I can't remember when but suddenly we switch positions. i am still sitting and now i'm doing her from behind. It feels ackward, then my perception goes to where our parts are mingled and i can see that i'm not completely in. I shift myposition a bit and now everything works nicely. But now i can't feel much so i shift a bit so that my foreskin hits the edge of her vagina where it enters. There, now it feels better. I look forward and notice she has a soul patch where her crotch begins. After a while she stops, she looks back at me and says "Damn your great" then she gets of and starts leaving. Did she just use me? i say "hey, where are you going" She turns to me again and now has a different face. She says don't worry, she'll be back. she goes to kiss me again but i wake up.
    10. Lost in my own house?

      by , 07-31-2010 at 12:05 PM
      It started off as a Summer Fayre kind of thing and someone made me set up a giant slide. Then I remember everything being put away and the crowds dispersing.
      I was sitting down but I'm not sure where and a boy came over to me and held my hand and started giving me money. I was really confused but then had to go and when I looked behind me I couldn't see him.
      I asked Faye who pointed him out to me the next day but I can't really remember anything after that.

      So then I was in my house.. Only my house was double the height inside. Every time I went up or down a floor I went up or down a year. The layout for each floor was the same as my house. Well.. I don't know if I went back in time or not but each room on each floor showed a different person from that time. I'm pretty sure one of the rooms I went in had Shakespeare in it. Live and moving though, so maybe I did go back in time.

      So then I tried to get back to my normal house and found that some doors were locked. I saw my Dad on this floor too but didn't really click on that it was my Dad. I told him I was going to try to escape through a window (the tiny window in my mums bedroom). He then pointed out that on my neighbours roof (Melissa) there was a massive demon like thing with flashing eyes watching the house. Then I figured that my Mum (?!) was watching me from that house using the demon and she was locking certain doors to trap me. The demon was sort of bouncing and I think laughing? Only it wasn't a real demon. It did seem familiar but so did the whole situation, as if I've dreamed of it before. Well the demon was like one you'd find on an arcade machine or something.

      The last thing I remember is sucessfully sliding out of the tiny window...
    11. Kings Island Visit and Dragon Coaster Fragment

      by , 07-31-2010 at 05:27 AM (Sailing the Noosphere)
      1. The whole family is going on a visit to the King's Island amusement park. We pull into a far away parking lot shared by a strip mall and several megachurches. My mom expresses concern about all the black men loitering in the lot, but my brother and I don't care and start to wander. We pass a local music shop, which seems to be having a going-out-of-business sale. Outside of the store is a row of basses with prices (failed RC), and I give them a good examination. As I look at them, one of the office ladies from my high school walks by and says "I know you and who's with you!" Cut to my high school's office,, where Mom and the lady are talking. It's the last day of school, and she's complaining about how only one student has wished her a good summer. PV, who she's nicknamed (appropriately) Big Chunky," is that student, and he comes from the back of the office to greet my mom and I warmly.

      2. I'm watching a suspended roller coaster that seems inspired by a fight with a dragon. There's a lot of flat preparation at the beginning, followed by a crazy drop and a series of loops. Some bullies from my grade school are riding it, and when they get off of it they start to make fun of me.
    12. It's been a while...

      by , 07-30-2010 at 01:07 PM
      10/05/09

      OK, so school, life, etc. happened. But I was in Spanish class the other day and someone mentioned having "one of those dreams where you wake up and go to the bathroom and go back to bed and then you really wake up." Yes, totally, a false awakening, right? Yeah, that's what it's called! So I realized I totally miss my DJ. Here's some catch up dreams:

      Lately I've had a few dreams where I've been really pissed off at my dad. In one dream, I recall he had something really hot and pressed it to my face and was burning me with it and I was screaming at him that he doesn't even know what he's doing!!! In other dreams I'm just frustrated and mad at him.

      Last night I dreamed I had a fight with my sister on the phone. She said she was moving to Quebec. I told her I don't believe her because she lies all the time (true), I can't trust her (true), and I wish I didn't get stuck with a shitty sister like her anyway (also true)!!! It felt so so good to get that off my chest, even if it was only in a dream.

      I had a lucid where I couldn't gain control and I just remember it being a strange situation so I just rolled back into normal dreaming.

      OK, here's a weird one: I'm in a pet store like digging hamsters or guinea pigs out of the dirt in the floor... but they're in habitats and they're really hungry because they've been underground for so long. I try to get them some food when I walk by a wall of aquariums of various exotic fish. They look prehistoric. One tank has the lid off and there's what appears to be a tiny shark spitting water at me!! Then I hear a voice overhead saying that the end of the world is coming and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

      I have some more dreams of being in the bathroom and people walking in on me as usual.

      I had one last night or the night before about being a bird... and having a bird buddy with me watching some other birds hunt for worms. We decided they were from the Philippines. Then one little bird who was hurt was looking for some worms and I felt like he was scared that the other birds would attack him. So my bird buddy and I went and scooped him up and brought him to safety. The little hurt bird thanked us and said we should smoke with him. So we started smoking what looked like some thorny stems of plants and I don't even know how we lit it but we were smoking it! (I love the uncomplicated nature of dreams sometimes!)

      Anyway, I've had some pretty bizarre dreams as you can tell, and I hope to get more into my DJ on a regular and get into have more memorable lucids!

      It's good to be back!!
      Tags: bathroom, bird, dad, sister
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    13. more golf... holy socks

      by , 07-29-2010 at 06:57 AM (scumpy's journey to lucidity...)
      Only remembered 1 dream last night

      I'm setting up for some kind of event there is some kind of curtain/banner thing that needs to get washed no-one volunteers to wash it... Later I'm in my childhood home people are coming to stay my cousin S will have to sleep in my room. In my room I notice the curtain/banner thing my wife has been chopping green peppers, apparently because my son had holes in his school socks we are being punished by having to wash the banner and bring chopped green peppers to the school. I decide that this is ridiculous and am suddenly at the school fetching my son, I almost leave without talking to the teacher but decide against leaving. I have a word with her that this is ridiculous and that we won't be washing the banner or bringing the chopped peppers. WE walk toward another area in the school and cue up for something on the way I'm telling school kids to take off their school shoes to prove that lots of people have holes in there socks, I only find 1 with holes in. At this point I realize that I'm wearing a school uniform and start to complain that the other parents don't have to wear a uniform (I really should have become lucid here). We get to a place where we have to cue I'm talking to my wife about how the teacher will hate us forever but it isn't the teacher it's another teacher in the school who we know, I tell the principle about how ridiculous all this is. At some point I'm in the very back of the line and we're cueing for registration for a golf day. I'm at the very back with an unknown friend, I feel very intimidated and competitive. I'm showing my driver to my friend. I get to the front and I have been pre-registered and collect my stuff. I go through the stuff it includes pills and tags for your golf bad and other stuff, I organize it into my golf bag... I think I wake up at this point
    14. Harry and the Potters Concert

      by , 07-28-2010 at 02:34 PM
      I was at the RBC center with Tyler and my Dad. We were standing outside at a Harry and the Potters concert. We could hear them playing and the stage was right up the hill from where we were at. A little girl comes out wearing a t-shirt says, "Need Tickets." Tyler asks her if all the tickets are sold out to the putt-putt course. She says yes, everything is sold out.

      My dad leaves us and says he'll be right back and he walks in the crowded section. I don't see him anymore so my brother and I walk up the hill to where they are playing at. Tyler asks the main singer if he can get a picture. The guy stops what he is doing and poses for the picture. I remember there were 6 or 7 band members. One stage crew guy falls off the stage on the other side. I remember after getting the picture thinking how much Blair is going to love me for getting her this picture.

      Dreamsigns:
      1)Tyler
      2)Dad
      3) The fact I was at a Harry and the Potters concert- I don't like them
      Tags: dad, tyler
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    15. 3 more dreams - please read my comments at the bottom and offer your opinion :)

      by , 07-27-2010 at 12:24 PM (scumpy's journey to lucidity...)
      My recall seems to be getting better, I've been remembering at least 3 dreams a night although they seem to flow into each other and I do have to wake up between them to remember
      Here are the 3 I remember from last night - the last one has a cool ending

      1) In the early part of this dream someone I know becomes the head of his family like a maphia family only not into crime and not dangerous, it's set in the city i live. I'm driving around in a jeep, when I spot 2 people I know and go 4x4ing towards them. I get out and have a chat with them showing them the difflock on my new jeep which i acquired in my dream but can't remember how. Later I'm at my grandfathers funeral and my aunt and cousins are talking about how difficult it was to grow up with him because he was a difficult man. The dream is now set in the town where I grew up (huge DS right there) I get in an argument with my mom about how she's just climbing on the bandwagon and judging my grandfather unfairly (this is the second time a male ancestor has come up in 2 nights). To make my point stronger I tell my mom how my relationship with my dad isn't great and I end up getting furious and shouting how he hasn't hugged me in 10 years . The dream fades or I wake up.

      2) I've been doing some training with young people (which is my line of work) in another city. I encourage them to start small groups and pair them up to do that. I have an argument with 2 of my friends who are the leaders of the group about my teaching style they say it's to unprepared, I'm saying that it's far more effective than their styles. Later we're indoors and there is a hive of huge bees (some-one else was dreaming about bees). My daughter is there and I tell her to stay away from the bees (this is related to me helping move my dads beehive the day before in RL and then hearing his bees left the hive and were in the tree in his garden). Later I go to bed and there is some weird sexual stuff going on (really weird), it involves no sensation for me but the DC is enjoying it.

      Snippet this is either from this dream or the next one : I get fired at work and my friend sets the work computers to download a massive porn database, which will fill their harddrives and use up all their bandwidth. Later I feel guilty and ashamed about it and almost get caught for doing it.

      3) My friend is riding my bike with me on the back except it's not DS bike like I've got it's a super-bike. We're riding through a rough area of an unknown town. He's riding pretty good. There are security guards and criminals guarding the entrances to different streets. He turns and speeds through an enclosed arean between buildings. As we exit a gang tries to stop us, He swerves around them at speed and continues. They run to try and head us off at the next turn, I tell him to carry on they'll never catch us but he stops and does a half donut and heads back the way we came, I realize that this is a good idea because they've run off to try intercept us. As we pass the area where they were we head towards a raised highway. There is an old man where the gang was holding a stick with a broken bottle taped to the end, we swerve around him and my friend suddenly stops, partly to let me drive and partly to speak to the old man. He approaches the old man cautiously talks to him and then comes running and jumps on the back of the bike. I take off really quickly and we're riding up this highway onramp that winds as it climbs higher. I overcook the fist turn and bump the curb, we continue to accelerate out of control and hit the next curb square on causing us to ramp off the edge. We nearly make it to another portion of the road but we miss. I realize that we are falling to our death, it feals awesome. I wake up long before impact.


      Dream signs atarting to emerge (comment on these is you want) The town where I grew up, My bike (or lack of my bike)
      I still don't feel close to realizing I'm in a dream and my only LD was still that FA - help please!!!
      I also have a serious problem with excitement ( I can't fall asleep even in the middle of the night )

      Updated 07-27-2010 at 03:10 PM by 34248

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable , dream fragment , side notes
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