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6. Setting is my house but not IWL. I can’t sleep, so I go out into the livingroom. I’m sitting down and petting Spice when I notice a patch on his back is on fire! I take the white pillow that’s usually on mom’s bed and pat it out.

I look at him and see no trace of it, and I suddenly feel confused and question what I saw. Is it really possible for something like that to happen?

Perhaps a jump happens here, because I go back to my room with the living-room TV remote. There was something to do with my regular white pillow here, maybe I took the wrong one and had to go back to switch it?

I lie down in the dark in bed and turn on the TV. I think ‘it works, even though it’s for a different TV’. I briefly worry it’s too loud because others are sleeping, but let it go.

I turn it off after a bit because it’s useless, I wasn’t watching it. I see a brief light from the other room (guess I left the door open). I wonder what it is but then realize it must have been someone’s iPod Touch flashing on for a notification before going off.

In the morning, dad asks me if I left my blanket on the table. I’m confused and question him, and he hands me the blanket.

Inspirations: The fire comes from me glancing over a trigger in my dream palace. Pillow comes from the one I use as a prop as I go through my mind palace. TV probably comes from yesterday’s dream. iPod Touch flashing might come from me being blinded by car lights going by my room before bed.

Notes: I questioned the dream, woohoo! I also rarely dream about being in my house, real one or not. I’ve been doing the memory RC more, I wonder if that’s why. 8) I always truly question my surroundings, because it’s hard to forget how realistic dreams can be, and how easily your mind can give up on questioning things because of that. So I really push it, ‘what makes this reality and not a dream?’ and then once I RC, I say ‘it’s not a dream this time/yet so no excuse not to keep questioning’.

3. I’m inside grandma’s house. She tells me she’s made something to eat, and I’m disappointed because I was planning on going home for that, so I could watch what I eat.

While eating, grandma tells me about a dinosaur that was spotted. Me and Rane talk about how we used to see them more when we were younger.

We’re riding in a car down a road, looking out at the woods for signs of the dinosaur. We see a field of black goats, and I say that the dinosaur must not be there because the goats were okay. I say it must have gone off into the woods.

We drive into a town full of houses that look like they were made of cheap kid’s furniture. I say that it seems a shame to waste a whole town [just because the people in it before were forced out for doing something wrong]. Rane reminds me that it’s being used for ‘this’ now.

She seems to be looking for a specific house, mumbling under her breath. She stops and opens a part on one light-colored house. Inside are two envelopes. I think they’re old mail left from when the people left and she’s looking for supplies. This is a dystopia, after all.

She takes one and starts opening it, and I ask if I can open the other, to which she replies that I can.

In her package, there was a bag full of jewelry and things. They were a few heart shaped pieces.

-Jump-

I’m in a central building there, talking to a little creature (reminds me of Boota from Gurren Lagann – without the glasses of course!). He’s talking to me about what I need to do to get signed up there to store things. Apparently everyone already has a basic account, but you have to make it official by signing a form.

I look around and see relics from before the apocalypse. There are some anime things and even a few ‘gifs’. I contemplate about the less conventional things, like yaoi, what about people who like those things, but then shrug and realize they still have the internet.

We hear someone come in, and I bend down to look under this metal block. I see someone wearing a skirt or dress and assume it’s a woman. The creature seems to know her, and he runs up my body. I instinctively clutch him and he hides against my body. He doesn’t seem afraid though.

Inspiration: Maybe from watching Helix? And I got a package in the mail recently, and Rane gets things sometimes.

4. Duplicating socks, one was a homemade pair by mom. I thought that duplicated items weren’t as effective as the originals, but seeing the results, I thought it was a really cool idea.

5. I woke up and all the thoughts of my dreams I’d had were scrambling around my head. I had my iPod Touch, opened up Notes and pressed the + sign. I started making a word-list of things I could remember. One word was ‘eggs’.

…I woke up for real, confused, and realized I’d had a false awakening. And had no idea what the eggs part was about.

Notes: The FA is a great sign! I’m so focused on recall when I first wake up, I only do an RC after I’ve got it all straight in my head. I guess I can only wait and see how it develops from here.

Also, turning to lie on my back instead of sitting up worked well for making sure I got the dreams in my palace, because I can’t get to sleep on my back. After that I just had to keep my thoughts from wandering off so I could focus on putting the dreams in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LD induction attempt:

MILD, then WBTB/WILD

Thursday, August 22 3:30 am

I am part of an IRC class on lucid dreaming. I can't remember exactly what we were discussing though. I'm trying to show everyone in the class something that I feel is super important, though in my dream I don't really know WHY it is important. I just know it is a perfect example for our lucid dreaming discussion. While at the IRC, I am also at a LD forum (not DreamViews, some other forum I've never seen before), and there is a member who's name isn't right. There is a letter that doesn't match any letter at all in the alphabet! I realllly want to share this with the class, but just as I am about to submit a screenshot, I lose my internet connection. This seriously irritates me, because I feel like I HAVE to send this in, it is SUPER important to me, and I am frantic trying to refresh the chat and get it to connect again. Why I'm doing this, I don't know because I lost my connection, meaning I *should* wait for it to come back, instead of trying to refresh the webpage. But, I keep trying until my alarm finally wakes me up.


A note I want to make on this dream. I feel I was really close to lucidity for two reasons. One, I noticed something odd about that user name, and though I didn't understand why, I felt it of VITAL importance to share with the rest of the LD class. Had I managed to reconnect, I wonder if I wouldn't have told them it was an example of a dream sign....TWO, I kept trying to get my laptop to refresh the webpage. I lost the internet connection, therefore I should have just waited for it to come back, refreshing the page would do no good--yet I did it anyway. I wonder if some small part of me understood that it would eventually work if I kept trying, because of the odd way electronics behave in dreams. THEN there's the sheer frantic nature, the NEED to reconnect and show what I discovered to the LD class. It was such a strong feeling, I felt it even upon waking

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some place that looked like a living room. But there were a lot of people there. The living room was lit with natural light, which came in through a big window off to my left. I sat along a wall with a lot of other people. In front of the window may have been some boxes or cases, like guitar cases.

A tall, white man with shoulder-length, brown hair walked up to one of the guitar cases and picked it up. (Or he may have brought a guitar case to the window and sat it down.) It looked like the man was struggling a bit with the guitar and case. So I got up to help the man.

I found that I was really of no help at all. I tried to grab one end of the case and just dropped it. The case was really heavy! Somehow the man managed to arrange the case or pick it up or something.

I knew the guitar was the man's guitar. I knew the man was in a band, so that he was out playing this guitar all the time. I asked the man, "No offense, don't take this the wrong way. But -- how can you play a guitar like that for a whole show?" By this time the man had the guitar out and was tuning it. I continued, "I can barely lift the thing. How can you carry it for a whole show?"

The man may have made some comment to me about how I shouldn't be so lazy, and how it wasn't so hard to carry the guitar.

I got a closer look at the guitar. It was made up of a lot of gagues and meters, like for some kind of electrical reading apparatus. The strings and tuning knobs themselves looked more like high-tech machine parts than guitar parts.

The man had started playing something. An old woman came up to me, as if to dance with me to the music. The old woman was just a bit shorter than I, with a big, round hairstyle of dyed-bright-red hair. She was slightly tan, with slightly wrinkled skin. She wore black sunglasses and some kind of white, soft, leather jacket.

I spun the old woman around a few times. But I started to wonder if everybody around me would think I was in love with this old woman, since I was dancing with her.

I sat in the room, in the dark. A light shone on the wall across from me. It was like a round spotlight. It shone on two or three spots of a map. The spots may have moved around. The map showed countries, possibly like in Europe. The colors of the countries were probably pink, purple, and orange.

I was standing up again, in the daylight again, and possibly dancing with another person, possibly my brother or sister.

Dream #2

I was in a place like a zoo or some kind of national park. It was daytime. The light was slightly pale, the sky may have been partly cloudy, and the air cool and a little breezy. I had just walked away from some group of people, possibly my family, or maybe a group of friends. I think I went away from them so I could go get my shoes.

I was walking on a wide, stone-tile path. There were big groups of people all over the place. Off to my left was an asphalt path that went back through a moderately wooded area, up a small hill, possibly to some mansion at the top of the hill. I kept going forward.

I walked past long stretches of benches that ran along the curves of the wide stone-tile path. There were crowds of people standing and lounging around, and crowds of people sitting on the benches.

Toward the end of one of the stretches of benches I saw an old friend from high school, Michelle, who I hadn't thought about in years. She looked a lot different. She had short hair, buzzed all around the sides, with just a flip of dyed-blue hair for a kind of bangs-effect. She wore a blue hoodie and blue jeans. She may have been sitting with a girl, who may have been her girlfriend.

I was happy to see Michelle again, and I called to her. I may actually have thought she was one of my cousins. I had to keep on going -- I had to find my shoes -- but I yelled out to Michelle, as I passed her, that I'd stop to talk to her when I got back.

This path had apparently run along the edge of a cliff or steep slope, which was off to my right. The path went down a gentle slope just past where I saw Michelle. I must have gotten down to the bottom of the slope.

In my mind's eye I saw my shoes: they were old, worn out, brown leather shoes, almost like something in a Van Gogh painting.

I don't know if I ever found my shoes. But I was now running back up the hill. I had to get back to the people I left, so we could leave the "zoo" for the day. And I had to get back to them on time. But before I went back to the people I'd left, I wanted to see if I could talk to my friend/cousin one last time.

But as I was running, I got jammed up. It was like some person in the park was trying to be a jerk and had gotten in my way. Somehow I'd gotten tangled up with this person, who I couldn't see -- I think they were behind me. I kept struggling and struggling until I was free. I then kicked the person.

When I turned around to the person -- I'd expected to see some tall, white guy who was being a jerk -- I saw a kind of short, really fat, black woman in a police officer's uniform. The woman started yelling at me, "You think it's cool to hit a police officer? You're gonna pay for that!"

I was trying to figure out what I needed to do to make up to the police officer. But she now started giving me a kind of mild lecture on how there was no running in the zoo, how it was too dangerous. She may have said, "Especially when you're not wearing shoes."

I suddenly realized I knew this woman. She "had been" a "ranger" at one of the New York City Parks I'd worked at in the past. (IWL she had been a different kind of worker than a ranger.) She was now a bit taller than me, in much better shape, with a bit lighter skin-tone, and wearing a ranger's uniform.

The woman started talking to me about what had been going on in the parks since I had left. I thought this woman was taking up all the time I'd wanted to spend talking to my cousin/friend. I thought she could even make me too late to re-join my group and go home. But I thought I should sit here and listen to her anyway. I was still trying to make up for having, technically, assaulted her.

The woman's main focus was some woman who had gotten kicked out of the Parks Service. The kicked-out woman had done some apparently scandalous things. But they didn't sound very scandalous: mostly just spending too much time talking to park-goers and not enough time doing her actual job.

As my old co-worker spoke, it became night. My old co-worker became a kind of tall, overweight man wearing glasses. The man was black, with a light skin-tone and freckles. We stood in the blue night, at the edge of an asphalt path, near a stand of some tall pine trees.

The man kept telling the story of the kicked-out woman. Apparently on the day the woman had been confronted, she'd been having a really bad day. She'd actually gotten violent with some people. But now that she'd been confronted, she'd gotten even more violent.

The man backed himself deep into the stand of trees, almost to the edge of some cliff or steep slope. I had to walk into the trees to see the man, who stood under a clear sky hung with a huge, clear, white moon.

The man began acting out all the violent motions the woman had made when she had been confronted. The man was tossing his limbs all over the place and shouting. He looked crazy. I was a little afraid, as if I thought the man would attack me.

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Hardly anything to get down from last night, but you gotta have perseverance.

I remember being in a factory of sorts. The floor might have been an off-white marble, a solid sheet, no tiles. There was a small man that was geared up like a high-tech blacksmith... a lot like the Dwarven blacksmiths I used to see in Dungeons & Dragons books. (Fun times as a kid). We were making a product that we planned on selling, and inspecting the inner workings of it. The inside was supposed to be filled with complex electronics. It looked like a bunch of bizarre incomprehensible mechanical workings, with no green PCB or circuit leads or microchips, or anything else that looked like electronics from this world. I remember shiny metallic orange gears and blocks with tumbling rows of needle-like projections. The dwarf was explaining to me how these components worked, I think. Maybe not.

The personality that ran the testing facility was no longer Glados, instead it was a booming male voice, possible an animal, a dog, or a pig I think. I was fiddling around in one test chamber with a portal at the top of a very tall wall, and another at the end of a bridge. I would hop in the portal on the bridge and come out the top and repeat a few times, just keeping myself entertained. This triggered me to question what was going on, I knew SOMETHING wasn't right, but didn't conclude I was dreaming. A lot of the levels had black/yellow stripes on the walls, as though it was to signify it was under construction.

The last of the dream I remember was crawling through a rather large air-conditoning duct, and looking out a vent at the male Glados, and someone it was talking to. I remember pushing open the vent, thinking 'They're going to see me, why am I pushing this open, stop pushing it open.' It was too late, they both turned to look at me, and I jumped out and killed who/whatever it was that Glados was talking to. I then ran as fast as I could to a small room to the left. Here I needed small parts to kill Glados, and had a false memory about finding the parts I needed in the back of the computers in the room, but that for some I would need to break the computers to find the pieces I needed. The first computer I checked I found the piece straight away, a small glowing metallic part in the grate of the power supply. I quickly tore apart a couple of other computers, trying to find the same part. The dream was repeating slightly, and I noticed, but didn't become aware it was a dream. I had used up too much time searching, I wasn't going to find the parts and Glados was going to kill me. I wake.

Date: 08-02-10
Length: 15 Minutes
Vividness: 8/10

My friends, Mitchell, Graham and I all went to this Crèpe restaurant and were hanging out like we used to.
It was raining outside, and we had just finished eating.

We walked to the car to drive back home, but I realized I forgot my bag back at the table, so I went to go get it.
I started freaking out because I remembered that I left my computer in my bag.
When I got back up to the table, Graham and Mitchell had left a bunch of their stuff too.

I tried carrying everything, but it was way too heavy, so they came over and helped.
I remember small fragments of being at Graham's house, but it was different, and a lot bigger.

-frenchblablabla

Recall was really low the day before yesterday, and yesterday I only managed to write out one dream before bed. It was interesting but not solid enough for me to want to type up on the computer.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

04.07.2011

Song Assignment (Non-lucid)

We have to chose a song to turn in to the teacher at (my old) school, *Miss L. I randomly choose what's on, 'Sonne' by Rammstein. I'm called over to her in school in the back of the classroom and asked what I wanted to convey. I admit I just chose what was on.

She goes to the front of the class and turns on a stereo - it's all Rammstein songs, including 'Pussy'. I see C nearby moving her lips along to the lyrics.

Miss L says some stuff about how others have chosen Rammstein and probably something about how it was a bad choice. I could just feel her looking down on me. When she starts to say 'if some of you are fans' while holding up freezy cups with Rammstein stuff on them and other merchandise, at least five people raise their hands a bit (inlcuding C and J) but Miss L isn't paying attention.

- When I first got to school I realized that I'd forgotten my binder with pen and paper, and when I went to see if I had any in my locker, that I had no key to get into it. In class, J turns around and passes a stack of paper, the kind I used as a child to practice handwriting on. I take two and pass them back, saying "have some paper" or something like that. I somehow end up with a few utensils to write with too.

- Someone starts to defend me around when Miss L asked why I chose the song. After, Miss L drops my CD with the song on it into a trashcan with a black trashbag.

- I remember hearing her play the song throughout class because she paused it a few times as I was tuning in.

- I remember wondering how everyone got their songs to school. Surely not everyone had CD's or iPod's or whatever. I wondered how I got my song there, briefly considering my iPod (this might have been before Miss L threw my CD away).

- Around when she was obviously looking down on my choice, I wondered what I should have brung. Tori Amos? (One of her songs played in my head then.) What would I say when she asked why? All I could think was because she was my favorite. Isn't it kind of too personal to even want to tell her anything (for everyone)?

*Old gym teacher.

Esperanto Verbs (Non-lucid)

Looking through a list (row) of verbs trying to find a specific one.

Note: I went to bed with this on my mind.

Wow, been a while since I've posted! Definitely still dreaming, even had a few lucid dreams. Just haven't posted here. :/ BUT my recall is improving wonderfully from where I've been working on it, so now that I'm having longer dreams I thought I'd post them here.

Also, something that's really been helping is the method of loci. I have over 80 things in my memory palace, including a few things for dreaming. I'm excited to try out some more dreaming ideas with it!

Also, I'm learning Esperanto, and the last dream I had involved it. XD I love languages in dreams.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

04.04.2011

Park Sale (Non-lucid)

A group of people and I are sitting inside somewhere listening to a woman being abused next door, and for some reason we're unable to try to do anything to stop it. We're trying to be quiet so they don't know we're there when my old school friend's little sister starts crying. I rush over to console her, but then suddenly I think I'm outside. Another girl is crying and I hurry to grab her.

Note: The abuse thing makes sense for some things in my RL.

I'm in a park and I clutch three dolls in my arms. I think that the smallest one is strangely silent, but then remember that she had some condition that made it so she didn't speak. There are people with their children on swings and such. There's a merry-go-round.

I think I jog at some point and make pregnancy breathing noises, and a woman hears and is amused. Next I'm in this area where people apparently normally read (it's one of those shelter places in parks that people can reserve), but now someone tells me they're setting up for some kind of sale (I forget what kind).

I think I fly before or after this point because I remember almost flying into a few things. A woman hands me a little box and tells me to make sure the time is set. I take the small (glass?) object out of a box and set it on the table. It says it's seven minutes until starting time.

- I say something about the girls and someone gives them a bit of a strange look. Holly (girl from old school)? I think she was the person on the other side of the table from me.

Caterpillar Parasite (Non-lucid)

I'm at a party or something. At the table beside mine is a glass jar of liquid (I think I briefly remember that it looks like my grandma's green bean jars) and it has stuff in it. I take it, open it and and am about to fish something out with a hooked utensil* when the girl who as sitting with the jar tells me not to put such a thing in there.

-* It feels like I did the same thing in the dream, but with a different object.

One thing leads to another and I end up throwing the liquid on her. Then apparently someone is sent to take care of the situation. I tell the girl at my table fake innocently that it was an accident. I think in my head what I'm going to say when the person gets here.

While waiting, I suddenly feel something on my back through my overalls (from RL that I'm wearing) bother me. I ask the girl to take a look.

...It's a caterpillar. The girls turns into a doctor women trying to get it out, but it slips back in. I can feel it moving around and shiver, grossed out.

- In a later scene, me and the girl I threw the liquid on(?) are walkng by the water, 'both' of us recovered and apparently had made up.

- In the end, there was a scene of a midget woman in her house, weak from some illness. A midget man comes to see her. She was sleeping on the couch. He helps her stand and walk.

Cocoa Song (Non-lucid)

I'm in the back of aunt 1's car and have really got to pee. A song is distantly playing and I only realize when I'm inside that it was my iPod. A boy is there and says that he likes it. I say it's _ by _ ('Cocoa' was one of the blanks, the other word was short).

I clean some sunglasses (one was my sister's?) and take them out to aunt 1.

- Was aunt 1's boyfriend in the car? I think my sister might have been in the dream somehow.

Note: The reason I had to pee so bad in this dream was because before this dream, I woke with a nosebleed. I went to the bathroom to get tissue and realized I had to go, but I was too tired to care and went back to sleep.


眉毛 (Non-lucid)

Skyward view of a 'map'. Flags are drawn on it (I think it reminds me of Hetalia). At one point I see eyebrows and think of England. Another time flags are along a coast, and one reminds me of England's flag- but I already saw the eyebrows so I think that these 'must just be states' (or other nations?).

- Scene of me spitting plain noodles into a white trash can, only to realize it has dad's stuff in it. I tell him (he's sitting nearby) and he's all, well, dad-like in his reaction. XD I think to myself that at least it was mostly on the one side, shouldn't be too hard to get it out.

The half-asleep mind is seriously a strange thing. It had me convinced that I didn't have many dreams, or that I hadn't written them down much, so I didn't type them up. I turn off my computer for the night and go to check out my DJ, and find five dreams written down, and I remember the majority of them!

I'm over halfway down the very last page, so I've decided to end it there - my dreams for tonight probably won't fit in the space left. So I have a shiny new journal that I've been holding onto to use now. I had the first one for...two years and five months, wow...and nine lucid dreams in that time. I hope I have more in my new journal!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

10.26.2010

Kicked Out (Non-lucid)

We (me, mom and dad) arrive at a big storage unit in the van. They open it and look inside, but it's empty. They call to find out why.

I'm in the van sitting up front. There are two iPods mounted up on both sides, mom's and dad's. I turn them on but only frequency sounds comes through - fuzzy, beeps. I think they even had dials.

~ Somehow there's a couple game show type thing or something going on, and the man and women don't win together though I think they got along well. Later, they chat online publicly, a second chance to meet or something. They hit a snag when the man disagrees with something she says and they can't get along after that. She logs off. (I was actually able to see the text, but I don't remember it all.)

I pulled the van out of the driveway until it's turned around. A truck across from me pulls out and drives away.

My parents come back. I think I say sorry and explain that I didn't know how to turn back around. We pull in somewhere else and they get out and start talking to someone. I hear something about 'September'. 'Have until September'. I feel that something is wrong and I get teary.

I open my door/it's already open, and then person looks in and makes some joke about how it's 'the director's fault', and looking at me as if that's me. I'm not amused. I go to stand by my parents, and mom tries to look comforting.

- I think it was either about the storage or our house. We're going to have to leave it (the house) or we have to pay it (storage). I think I wonder what happened to our stuff. In real life, it's already past September though. I think I realized that in the dream.

Your Beauty Mark (Non-lucid)

Beauty mark - one to age, one to de-age. They're a sign of crushes.

Learning Japanese (Non-lucid)

There was a facility to learn Japanese. There was more to this dream, but I don't remember it.

Oriental (Non-lucid)

I was in this place that had a bunch of Oriental things in it. I wandered around looking at everything. There was boxes with old designs on them - women in Asian garb, etc. There were rocks with gems in them. Jewelry. I handled everything very carefully. It was all expensive, and I think I wondered what I should buy, because it was kind of rude to handle everything without buying something in the end.

- I'm looking at some pajamas hanging on a rack. They've got designs from Supernatural on them. Me and a guy pick out a top and bottom pair and go try them on, but mine don't quite fit - too big.

- Something about a potato chip that served as a key...

Abandoned (Non-lucid)

I(?) was driving through a flooded forest area. A little girl (looking pretty dirty) was sitting abandoned on a rock. I get out to get her.

My sleep schedule has done a complete turn in the last few days - I've been going to bed at the same time as my friend, and my recall is already improving. But man, being tired a lot is no fun. *yawn* Hopefully that'll improve soon.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

07.09.2010

School Life (Non-lucid)

Axis Powers Hetalia dream. School AU, Spain x Romano. The two were talking, especially Romano about his life, and he brought up Rome. Spain got a little sad, because Rome had been his teacher and he was dead now. Italy was also mentioned.

~Spain unbuttoned Romano's shirt to see his chest, which had writing on it.

~Romano took a shower?

~Fragments: Class, kids - 1, doesn't know answer

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APH Fragment (Non-lucid)

All I know was that it was Axis Powers Hetalia again and that it was about a couple. :/ I fell asleep before I could write it down.

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Crash Landing (Non-lucid)

Horrible vehicle accident dream. Took place at Renee Lane. I was driving in a truck(?) all over the yard, and apparently I flipped a switch that made me go really fast and I couldn't stop. I go flying over a hill but when I crash, I am no longer in the truck, but watching from the yard. I run over the hill panicking because mom and dad are in it, and how could anybody survive a crash like that?

When I get there, both of them are getting out looking banged up. I think I ask how dad is.

~Something about an injection in the neck. The tip was green.

~Something about me breaking a couple of fingers or maybe toes.

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Musical (Non-lucid)

There was a musical with four girls on stage. In the beginning I am one of the girls, and we're doing this part where we're sitting down and crossing our legs back and forth. It didn't really matter how we did it as long as we did it fast, but you had to start over again if you flubbed one a certain way.

Then I'm in the audience with my old school friend L. She tells me a story about how her 4 year old brother was killed by her other brother so that L, who was 2-3, could have his marrow to save her life. I think he got off because he was 'trying to save his sister'.

Someone in the audience asks the girls on stage what the 'funniest line' was. The middle girl thinks about it, says the line and explains why it's funny.

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H2 (Non-lucid)

Masturbation dream in the bathroom (not the one in RL). At one point Riley was in there, and jumped out. I thought to myself that that must be how she got on the something or other in the hall.

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Signing In (Non-lucid)

Mom needed help figuring out how to sign into a wallpaper site because she accidentally logged out. We couldn't find it anywhere though. She decided to call the site's tech support.

- On the left-hand side of the page in big letters was the word FUCK. I think I figured it was her username.
- When I woke up I got that deja vu feeling that the site was familiar.

10/12/2009

Hotel Scam?

I'm at a hotel, walking through the lobby with some guy. He's trying to convince me that we can stay a night for free if I follow his lead. So I walk up to one of the receptionists who have desks like bank tellers and the guy comes behind me and starts taking like, "yes, this is the amount we agreed on..." and puts a piece of paper in front of me to sign. Meanwhile, the receptionist is on the phone looking at us like we're crazy. I look down and see that the amount on the paper is $212 and I say that I don't have enough money to cover that much for two days!


Electronics on the Beach

Now I'm on the beach walking along just kicking the water as it comes up on the beach. It's kind of gravely, not the nicest sand in the world. I look down and kick over some gravely sand and find a coke bottle. I pick it up and throw it away from the beach. I walk some more and find a calculator. I start digging in the sand and find tons of calculators. I pulled them out of the sand and started making a pile of them. The water keeps coming up and washing over my hole that I've dug revealing more stuff. Now I get to a box. It's a coffee maker! I set that aside. I get to another box. It's a set of pots and pans! The funny thing is, I open the boxes and they're perfectly fine, there's no trace of sand or water in them. I think to myself... maybe I can put this stuff on ebay or craigslist...

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

09.06.2010

Sans Recorder (Note)

At about 9:30 this morning I think I tried to record myself. I don't even know if I was really awake. A few days ago I was recording my days in my iPod in an effort to improve my memory.

The only part I remember is the end. "It's...*looks over at clock* 9:30?!. I'm going back to sleep." And I proceeded to collapse back into bed. XD;

I really want to know what I said before that...

Recordings 2 (Non-lucid)

Group recordings of something.