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SOLO SENTENCE ESPRESSO

(the contents of which you should still)

FLEETLY FLEE FROM

(with all due haste.)


On a deserted stretch of Saskatchewan highway, after I wake up in the back of an empty car surrounded by empty cars, I watch a figure approach from the distance (I don't expect him to attack me until the door is opening and I can't wrench it shut and I barely remember to break the dream into a thousand million jagged pieces of glass).

The Road. Scare Factor: 7.

Samael's SOLO SENTENCE ESPRESSO is not at all similar to Mzzkc's ¡Single Sentence Sizzler!® and disclaims all semblance of copyright infringement thereof. That would be stealing.

I am taking a trip to some tropical place, I think I'm by myself. I am on the way to the airport and I see a sign for the town I live in.. I was able to read it. For some reason I know that it is a movie I am going to be living out, and that is kind of in my mind the whole time. When I realize I never made it on the plane, I think, oh I guess the movie just jumps to this part here. I'm walking in a rain forest where lots of dinosaurs live. There's one of those hanging bridges I'm going over, and everyone is carrying a baby dinosaur. The baby dinosaurs are supposed to be our guides. Then mine, who is a girl (she had a flower on her head), stops to eat some berries on a tree, and the other baby dinosaurs do the same. Then I am in a hallway and I think that something really terrible is going to happen with a T-Rex because I remember from the movie preview. I start feeling really nervous and l think, wow this is going to be an interesting way to die!

side note: my 3 year old niece C had a dream there was a snowman vacuuming in her bedroom.

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The dream takes place in a familiar neighborhood. Maybe a reflection of my hometown. Maybe the current city I'm living in. I cannot say for sure. I'm riding in the car with a friend and his sister. Their relationships to me and each other are not concrete and it seems that at certain times during the dream, they assume different roles.

We're riding to nowhere in particular as recklessly as possible. It is exciting at first until the driver starts to run stop signs and red lights and make dangerous turns. I warn him that we were just spotted by a cop and are definitely going to get pulled over. He kicks it into overdrive and I struggle for my seat belt. We make every maneuver possible to evade the cops, pulling a full 180 degree skid. At this point we've lost them and proudly head back home as though we had accomplished our goal for the day.

It feels at though the police are still on our trail. We get out the car, but I notice a squad car speeding down the road from our left. It took me a split second to decide I wanted to create a ramp for him fly off of. It was at this point I realized I was dreaming. I thought hard about what I wanted to create and then quickly turned my head to the right and pointed my finger. A spine ramp was sitting, basking in all its glory, directly where I was pointing my fingers.

At this point, however, the police are no longer a threat and have completely removed themselves from the dream. To be sure I'm dreaming, I perform a quick nose plug reality check. I'm dreaming! In an attempt to solidify myself in the dream, I look around for something to heighten my sensory input. I walk up to a shopping cart sitting in the middle of the road and feeling the heat from the sun on the metal. I had read of someone on the forums licking a brick wall to solidify him/herself in the dream, so I proceeded to lick the handle of the shopping cart. It tasted metallic. I remember my tongue sticking to it briefly. I look around and attempt to take everything in, but I get too excited and the dream fades out.

I'm lying in bed with my eyes still closed. I remember someone on the forums mentioning fading from a lucid dream into sleep paralysis. And though I did not realize it at the time, I feel as though I may have experienced a similar phenomenon if only for a short time. Eventually I became suspicious and questioned reality, plugging my nose. I could breath, but it felt too real. So I sat up, everything still dark, and tried again. Indeed I was dreaming. I lifted the covers off over my head found myself in an extremely distorted, surreal version of my room. I was unable to move effectively. I woke up.

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Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

It was late at night. The street lights on the road were dim, not bright like they should have been. My father was driving his car, a black 2009 Infiniti with cherry accents inside the interior, at around forty miles an hour down this two-lane road. I was in the passenger seat.

After a few moments of silence, I began to talk about hallucinogens.

"I can enter a state of sleep paralysis using them," I told him. "It's pretty cool. You should try them sometime."

I've never used hallucinogens before and don't plan to. But this dream fragment still shocked me a little bit!

I am on a seesaw with one of the kids from work, LH, and she is laughing and wearing some of the clothes I've given her.

...

On some different kind of shift, I am at work in the gym and all the kids are lined up on the floor with sleeping bags. One of the kids, CH is following me around and keeps touching me way too much. JK tells me to go take a break, and maybe he'll stop. So I'm driving along a road with my brother T and I think one other person. I don't have a lot of time, but we stop at a grocery store. Then I am in a mall food court waiting in line for some place that gives out prescription medication, and smoothies too. I ask for that sounds like "benzanoid" and the guy behind the counter asks if I need the diet version. A lady I work with, DM says I need the diet version because the other kind will hurt my stomach.

k gotta get back to journaling everyday.

Saim

Very vivid part of being at a pub with Sam. Everyone was dressed in western style clothes but she was in her normal clothes and looked a bit out of place. I had my arm around her... I remember some other Arab looking guy was staring at us... He looked really shocked and upset about seeing me with her like that. He was around 25-30 and had short hair with a boyish face.

I went to the bar and was ordering a drink... maybe a shot of tequila... not Sure. Didn't have the money to pay for it... bUt I saw Reg sitting at a table and he offered me $50 or something... He just handed it to me. That's all I remember.

Driving

I was driving a car where the inside looked like a wooden house LOL. the house window was the windshield and the fireplace was the steering wheel.

Asuka.

vague sex dream :p

Asuka again

Brief memory of being at a kitchen sink while pouring a glass of water. I went to drink it and said "Chotto," or something... meaning "hold on a minute," maybe we were discussing something heavy... don't know.

non dream - lucid - non lucid

I'm driving my RX-8 over a mountain pass in the alps.
I think I'm somewhere between Klosters and Davos.
I remember that it's an awesome road. I've never driven it myself, but I've been in my dad's car many times on on this road.
But why am I driving to Italy? Oh... that's right... I'm visiting my parents which are currently staying at an hotel in Tirol.
I keep driving for a bit, the road is empty, I'm the only one on it. The weather is fantastic, the sun is shining but it's not too hot.

Wait... I am driving my beloved sportscar on one of the most awesome roads in the world, it is empty and I am driving slowly???
I RC. I laugh because I became lucid this way, apparently driving slowly is really abnormal for me.
I look at the road ahead of me:



This puts a huge smile on my face. I look in my rear view mirror; no-one there.
I disengage the traction control, put it into second and floor the accelerator.
I love the sound of a rotary engine, the way it revs, how it gains power.
I'm passing 9000rpm and am reminded by a "beep" to change into 3rd.
I keep pushing it and quickly reach 4th, now going slightly downhill.
I can clearly feel the aggressive exhaust tone vibrating in my body, as I am pressed into the seat.

A corner approaches.
I go hard on the brakes, heel-toe downshifting back into second.
It feels easy, everything is obvious. I have perfect control over the car.
Every time I downshift, I hear a loud backfire due to excess fuel burning once it leaves the exhaust.
I love this car...

I keep driving down the mountain pass, staying right at the edge of what the car can do.
It occasionally over-steers, but this is quickly remedied by some counter steer.
The car is very stable, I feel absolutely safe.

I'm joined by a RX-7 FD which joins the road in front of me. He's racing as well.
I try to keep up with him and manage to do so mostly.
He's faster on the straight but I can keep up with him in the corners.
Flames shoot out of his exhaust every time he breaks for a corner, and I know my car does the same. Rotaries are awesome.
We both loose it a bit at one point, while driving over a rather hard to see bump, but quickly regain control after a long drift.

We approach a small town and slow down.
This was fun!


My rx-8 is currently at a workshop because the engine was flooded.
I got a call yesterday evening telling me that they fixed it and it's running fine again.
I can't wait to drive it again, even though I've just been without it for 2 days.

1/12/11

1- Why Reality Checks Are Useful
Driving has never been incredibly easy for me, but it's certainly never been this difficult! What is wrong with me today? Or is it the car? I flinch and hit the brakes nearly ten feet from the stopped car in front of me, but my stupid Kia keeps moving and bumps into it. Either the driver doesn't notice, or he doesn't care. More than a bit unnerved, I turn onto the interstate and head STRAIGHT INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC!!! Oh my God, I'm going to die!

In a panic, I swerve to the right side of the road, lose control of the car (as if I ever had control in the first place), and slam into a vehicle who was blaring their horn at me in horror. My car is totaled. "Good thing this is just a dream," I say to myself right before I die.

I am majorly confused. My mother tells me that I wrecked my car, but I am certain that the crash was only a dream. Was it possible that the car was destroyed as a RESULT of my dream? Or am I dreaming right now? Hmm...

The dream changes. I am now a man who has been killing people in his sleep. The memory is vague at this point, but I recall looking at a lady with short blond hair who was holding a bloody knife...

1/9/10

1- To Be Taken
I am a young girl of about 7, walking through my front yard at night with a boy about my age. He begins screaming, and I look up in the sky to see a HUGE flying saucer. It beams him up and nearly gets me as well, but I scream at the top of my lungs and somehow avoid capture. My true mind, on a higher consciousness than the mind of my "character," knows the plot of the dream and what is going to happen.

In accordance with the plot, my dream father rushes out of the house to see what is wrong with me. For some reason, we drive a ways down the road and stop at a party some dangerous men are throwing. My father gets into a fight with a spiky haired teenager and ends up punching him in the face. We jump in the truck (this time I'M driving, even though I'm still seven) and speed off as the boy's delinquent friends begin chasing us.

Our truck is a lot slower than their hot rod, but I'm a better driver. As they pass me, I perform an amazing U-turn and buy us some time. Somehow the truck becomes a motorcycle. I fall in line behind a procession of other bikes, over which a police woman is keeping watch. I know that those crazy thugs after us will still be speeding, and the cop will arrest them for sure.

The scene changes. I am now the father, looking for my daughter. Hearing a bloodcurdling scream from the bathroom, I burst the door down and am horrified to find my daughter transformed into a wax figure, mouth frozen open in terror. I touch her, and some of the wax melts onto my hands. I become fascinated by it's smooth texture.

Suddenly I hear a noise, and I spot a short, Hispanic man spying on me from the shower. Infuriated, I grab him by the neck and slam him against the wall, demanding to know what he's up to.

I'm in the lobby of some store, and I'm trying to unlock the door to get outside. A group of guys keeps running in front of the door and banging on it and yelling so I'm afraid to open it. I say "Heyyy come onnnn!!" A car of random girls drives by and I run out to them but they don't let me in, grr.. so I say "Ok, well, have a nice weekend!".

I was working at the toy store and there were a lot of new people there, mostly guys (my boss doesn't really like to hire guys). It's time to close the store and I start bringing things in from outside when I see the new employees outside smoking cigarettes. I go to tell them we are closing and I get the feeling I'm unwanted there so I walk away. Then a kid from my other job, PC, is running around outside and I can't catch him.

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I am standing in the middle of dirt road when I see an old pick up truck driving towards me. The guy driving looks like a freakin maniac, and "Back in Black" is blasting from his speakers. I don't step out of the way but I just watch his face instead.. he's got this crazed look on his face and showing all his teeth.

Missed 37

30.12.2010

Texts from Reno 911 (Non-lucid)

DREAM

I was driving down a two lane city street which I knew was just outside downtown Reno. Across the street, through an intersection was a black and white SUV poice cruiser. It flashed it's lights and the siren went off. It was especially loud and piercing so I assumed they were playing it through my radio. I knew that I was probably in trouble for driving too fast so I slowed down and prepared to pull over. Suddenly the policeman careened through the intesection and took a right down to a side street. The vehicle pulled through a garage which was open on both sides and mirrored me as we both drove down these parallel streets. I took the freeway on ramp to lose the cop, hoping that he was after someone else. As I pulled off to another part of the town I got a text which I looked at briefly. It was from the police stating that they knew who I was and that I would be fined not only for speeding but also for evading them. They were kind enough to include several smilies with the message. I was back at home in after looking at the text and I had a voice mail with a similiar message. I figured that the whole thing was a joke played on me by my friends with the use of the Prank Dial website. Then I woke up...

Despite the weird theme going on here, and the fact that I couldn't control what I was doing very well, I thought this was a pretty cool dream.

At first in my dream i was driving a car around some strange southern type town. It looked like something out of The Dukes of Hazzard (the old show, not the movie). I passed by like three cop cars that were parked on the side of the road. I thought this was weird because the cars were exactly the same, old looking and completely white. Then I noticed they were parked all over the place (the sidewalk, the middle of the street, etc.) and all the cops leaning against their cars looked exactly like Sheriff Roscoe. That was when i realized i was dreaming, and decided to see what would happen if i pissed the Roscoes off. I turned my car sharply to the left through traffic, ran over a couple of people, drove on the sidewalk, smashed into a couple of cars parked next to parking meters, and rolled my car over (I hadn't meant to do all that damage, but I couldn't control my driving too well so I just went with it).

I got out of my car and saw twenty Roscoes running at me from all sides, with police sirens sounding. I told myself I'd make all the Roscoes disappear when I snapped my fingers. I tried snapping them but I couldn't, and I realized it was because I don't know how to in real life (cuz I'm super cool like that). The Roscoes were almost on me, so I did like a weird rewind thing and made them go back to where they were when I first noticed them coming at me, then told myself to make them run in slow motion. (It's strange how I could do this, but I couldn't do what I really wanted to. I also don't understand why I didn't just try to make them disappear with something i CAN do in real life, like a clap, but whatever.) I stood there trying to snap my fingers while they slowly ran towards me. I never could snap my fingers and totally make them disappear, but I noticed with each sad attempt they faded away a little. I decided instead of trying to make them go away all at once I'd just keep half-snapping really fast so that they'd eventually fade away. This actually worked, and soon they were all gone. I stood there for a while trying to think of something fun I could do while I was lucid, until I thought to myself, 'Wait, what time is it, shouldn't my alarm be going off?" I woke up and found that my alarm had been going off for ten minutes, but I must have bumped the volume while setting it because it was all the way down.

I was driving my car, with my husband M in the passenger seat. I was in the left lane of what I thought was a one way road when we came to a red light. That's when I realized it was a two way road, and I had traffic coming towards me. I acted like everything was cool. Another car came towards me, also a Mini Cooper, and I made eye contact with the driver.. I think it was a man, and he nodded.

It all starts out with me, Brad, and Alex (who is the hottest girl at my school) inside of what I think is Brad's parents car. We are driving down this unknown highway and all of a sudden the topic of female masturbation came up. For some reason in my dream I was oblivious to the multiple slang terms I know in waking life, and asked "What do you call that anyway?" Brad seemed to feel awkward talking about this with Alex, but I was intrigued and she didn't come off as awkward and we kept on with our conversation about sexual things. At some point we got up to a forest looking place with trees and dirt roads and we stopped when Alex saw this half deflated, worn down soccer ball. She went and got it and looked at it and said "It's a piece of crap!" and threw it at my face. For some reason it smelled terrible in the dream, and she was laughing. We got back in the car and drove further down this dirt road and it sort of cut to this next portion where the car was in park and Brad wasn't in the car anymore and it was just me and Alex, except she was completely nude, "playing with herself". She asked me to f** her and I said "Oh, you wanna have some fun?". I got up to getting my pants off and I had my "fun gun" in hand, and then the dream faded away. Wish it lasted longer.