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    1. Emotions, emblems, "I can use them when I dream". jamming piano.

      by , 10-25-2020 at 02:50 PM (DJ of lucid goals and how it goes)
      I'm very emotional and cry to my dad. I have some kind of board. About 1x1 meter. There are many emblems on it and I get two more from my dad. I am happy because I finally have all of them. I try to use some magic from one of the emblems but I don't succeed. I think to myself that I only can use them in dreams and that I have to wait until I sleep.

      Notes: Well that was funny. The dream was much longer and I saw the emblems in the dream. I remember they were beautiful with shiny coulors but not how they looked.

      I'm playing piano and there is music playing. I try to find the right chords to the music and I succeed. It goes very easy and I only have to use the white keys (the music is in C). I make some big jumps over the piano and miss the right chord. My grandma I is also there listening.
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    2. cxlvii.

      by , 08-31-2020 at 01:31 AM
      Chronological re-direction entry;

      2nd August 2020

      4th August 2020 - 1

      4th August 2020 - 2 (lucid)



      5th August 2020

      Fragment:


      Canyons and ravines. Going around with someone else, but don't recall who.

      Eventually something about escaping or getting away. An alien "saucer" ship. Vision, of an alien communicating in an unknown language, as if on a holographic screen/display. One word stands out from the alien's speak however: Hyperdrive.

      I need to find a hyperdrive for these aliens, or find a suitable person to repair theirs maybe, I remember thinking. The drive would be mounted at the top of their ship?

      Still in the same dream, in my old home's building in the stairwell. Something seems different from how it should be. I go to one of the in-between level landings and go through one of the storage areas behind the frosted glass. They have a door on the other side which leads to a different, but mirror version of the stairwells. I don't question this in the dream, but it would have been a very good point for a RC, as this construct would be physically impossible in reality, there would be a drop on the other side, not a mirror version.

      The stairwell was well lit by natural light, but still many dark contrasts. Unlike in present day, the stairwell had no automatic lights.



      6th August 2020

      Fragment:

      Some early dream part was something about sending waves of hundreds of "native" fighters, fighting for some cause that a faction I belonged to was pursuing. These native fighters kept being annihilated by the enemy, which was simply better equipped.

      After this happened more than a few times (I remember seeing it, but not being there), I went to the fronts myself, only to find that there was no strategist in place here and so felt it was no wonder they kept getting slaughtered by the enemy. Lack of equipment could have been substituted by adequate and cautious strategy to defeat these openly arrogant enemies.

      Fragment:

      By the end of this dream I was watching some kind of live concert? There was a white female singer in the centre of a room. She started to sing a song I don't know, it was titled "Snowflake" or something. At first I thought that it was going to be silly, but then I found myself relating to the lyrics of her song, feeling like it was a song that could have come from H's perspective about me. The lyrics started off something like "something as simple as; merry Christmas!; is enough to [something] my snowflake".

      In-line note: Re-writing this here now, it seems there's still a lingering emotional link, despite not remember the dream very well visually; this suggests to me that this is attached to a very specific part of my subconscious, as I only have a few specific instances of this happening.

      Because I found myself relating to the lyrics so oddly and so specifically, I did a reality check. I had the correct number of fingers, and my fingers wouldn't pass through my palms, so I decided perhaps too quickly that reality was consistent enough that I wasn't dreaming.

      I remember the whole thing was all very "sing-along", with people in an audience playing their own instruments, in perfect time with the music, somehow just right, with no flaws at all.



      Extra note:

      - The music in the singing lady dream was, to my memory, completely dream-generated, but it did have elements of old timey singing/melody, which H does listen to a fair bit and I usually listen to as well when H does.
      - The first fragment from the 6th came from an incredibly long dream, I remember being in a lot of different places, mostly tents, trenches, battle-scarred streets, etc. I remember many scenes of both brightness and darkness, but I seem to be remembering an overly orange, sandy tone to the dream.
    3. Emotion

      by , 01-07-2016 at 04:19 AM (Visual Space)
      Bold is me, italics is a wolf girl I ran into..





      I guess I have no choice do I? *Sitting down on what appeared to be a stone bench in a cabin*

      Of course not. *walking toward me to sit beside me*

      well you obviously notice I'm not normal so I guess I have to confess.

      We've known each other for months now, Why can't you tell me?

      Well because I thought if I did, You might claw my insides out.

      Is It that bad?

      It could be to you.

      It won't be

      It might

      Tell me please, I saw it. Whatever you did back at the village was definitely something none of us have seen before. Is it really that hard to te-

      Anathema. *I stand up slowly*

      What?

      I am an Anathema.

      Bu-But impossible, those people are-

      *I turn around and look at her. She looked in my eyes. Apparently they were different then before. Everything grew much more clear.*

      H-How? I thought....They were extinct...

      Not all of them. My family still live. However only me and my sister remain now.

      I just..don't know what to... *The look on her face, confusion, and a tinge of anger*

      I know my people...they slaughtered most of your kind years ago. So I understand your rage... I understand you want to now grip my neck and rip my throat out.

      *she looks up at me with her eyes glowing an alarming yellow. her teeth showing. She wants to*

      I want to...You lied...

      I know.

      WHY!? *Jumps up from the bench, with tears in her eyes.

      To protect you, I didn't wan-

      All you did was corrected my thoughts! Your kind....All they do is cause pain! What did my kind ever do to yours!? What did we do to deserve such mass genocide...

      *All I can do is just look at her. Her eyes giving tears, her voice cracking in each scream she let out into words.*

      TELL ME!

      I don't know, I wish I knew...But let me ask you a question before you sink your claws in me.

      I don't want to listen to your questions. I just want you-

      Do you think someone like me would commit such things like my people?

      *Long silence*

      WELL! Because obviously your quick to blame your best friend! This is why I did not want to tell you. I knew even if you were close to me, You will still find somewhere in your heart to resent me because of the past. Something I wasn't even born in, I only knew about it! So how can you think of killing me!? Do you now just see me like them?

      No, I just-

      Forget it! I'm wasting time. Len and Griffith are still back in that war. I have to leave. *Walking away from her*

      No please...you'll die.

      Isn't that what you want. For me, an Anathema, to cease to exist finally?

      NO!

      Either way, I need to know if they are okay. *Opening a door*

      NO NO! I wont let you go out there, You know you won't survive! Why do you choose to do these irrational actions!?

      Cause I'm the only that can survive this!

      You won't survive against Enon! You know that! Stop being arrogant!

      *She continues to grab my arm to pull me back. There is so much intensity and fiery tension, even then, I almost walk out until...*

      You know your saving an Anathema from certain death.

      I know.

      Why?

      Why?

      Yes.

      BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! I can't kill you because I adore you! Even though you are an Anathema, you are still someone I care about! Im sorry okay, I just let my emotions slip out! do you know what it feels like to lose so many friends to-

      *I just grabbed her and kiss her. She hesitates to reciprocate at first but soon follows through and holds me as well.*

      I just wanted to hear those words....Cause I wanted to love you this whole time, Because I'm sure everyone you use to love is gone. So I just...

      I...need you. I don't want to go out there. They will be fine, I'm sure of it. *Her head on my chest. The amount of emotions I'm feeling is just...*

      I still need to.

      But...

      I promise...I will be back here. I won't be long.

      .....Just get back as soon as possible, please

      I will.

      *I kiss her forehead. and then the dream fades.*


      For a non-lucid, this was such an emotional and intense dream. I only wrote down the dialogue because that was literally all I cared about. Just the amount of feelings that were going off, and I just felt such a connection to this beautiful wolf girl, like we been through thick and thin. I had no idea about the plot or any of the names mentioned, I felt like I was watching, but from a First person perspective. I woke up just feeling so sad, cause I think I really left her and I will never see her. I could just tell her bond to me was very sincere. It seems short, but trust me, it felt way longer.

      Either way, It was a very memorable and great dream.
    4. Gmans Backyard, Stealing Petrol/Older Lady (12.8.14)

      by , 08-12-2014 at 04:10 AM (CHiLLEN's Dream Journal)
      Dream 1:
      I'm at Germain's house in his backyard. Lachlan and I are talking about something. We're standing near a car which is I'm the backyard and he asks if I'm able to drive. I say yes. I can now see Lachlan's wife and I'm talking to her.

      Dream 2:
      It's night and I'm at what looks like Marinda milkbar, but is a petrol station.
      A man is filling up his car and let's it fill automatically, as he walks away. While his cars unattended, a guy that I'm with decides to steal his petrol and siphon it into our car. I help the man siphon and feel a bit nervous as the man may come back at anytime. As the fuel stops, we quickly pack up the equipment we're siphoning with.

      I'm now at my house and standing in the kitchen. Dad walks into kitchen and he's talking about the person who is trying to break into the house. He keeps insisting that he won't get in. I feel a little uneasy with the idea of just letting a person try and break into your house while you're home. We can hear rattling sounds coming from the door. After half a minuet or so it stops and Dad walks back to the kitchen with a couple brochures that was left at the door. I kind of have a sigh of relief come over me as it was probably not someone trying to break into our house. One of the brochures was to do with a religion. Maybe jehovah's witnesses?

      An older lady is in the kitchen, she would have at least been in her 60's. I feel attracted to her. She's looking in the pantry for something to eat. I tell her that there's not a hell of a lot and will be shopping on Wednesday. She mentions about giving my mother $7 for her birthday. $1 for every year she had passed. I start to feel strong emotions of sadness as I think back to when my Mum was still alive.

      We both walk over to where Dad is, he's on the computer listening to music. I show him trick or fix something that will make listening to music a lot easier for him.

      Dream Fragment:
      Someone walks into my room and it has a strong fart smell.

      Side Notes:
      Poor sleep as I was too awake. May have been from Hemi Sync.
    5. February 17, 2014 non-lucid #37

      by , 02-18-2014 at 01:57 AM (A Dreamer's Dreams)
      Journal Entry non-lucid #37 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
      Background: I meditated before going to bed and told myself that I want to remember my dreams. I heard Robert Monroe's intro to focus 10 audio but I fell asleep before finishing it. The influence for the anger part of my dream had to do with church. My friend got me angry and a little kid got me angry by screaming into my ear while I was sitting down. This is not my typical monday dream recall. Since there was a holiday I slept in.

      Dream fragment 1, 11:11pm-3:47am."":
      Something about bullying.
      English 1C teacher was a student in my school. He wrote some sort of book.
      This guy warned me that I was getting ripped off by these two guys, one of which is Mark Dice.


      I got up and watched some motivational clips again read a bit about LD and ate some food because I am hungry. I made myself cereal this time. I tried listening to Robert Monroe's audio again but shortly went in and out of consciousness. Until i realized I was doing this I wasn't really sleeping.

      Dream fragment 2, 4:31am-8:17am." Angry at teacher": I found myself on a motorcycle, inside of an Airport that looked like the one form GTA IV. I stopped at the helicopter landing zone. I sat down in the meditation posture by crossing my legs, and began to meditate for some reason. This guy came into the airport with his futuristic motorcycle. He did a wheelie and the front wheel transformed and disappeared. He jumped off the motorcycle by doing some aerodynamic flip. He landed with one knee on the floor and one hand touching the floor with his fist, it looked cool. The motorcycle didn't fall though, it remained motionless, but it accelerated on same spot. It drove itself off and he called it back with a push of a button.

      Still in a meditative posture I tried to concentrate again. This time I saw different people from my school especially the math lab flock to my location. I got up because I didn't like the idea of meditating as a form of show off. I found this store and my Calc III math teacher wrote some stuff down on paper, he told me it was attendance. I briefly looked at it and saw someone's name, which was good enough for me to confirm the truth. My math teacher asked me if I could go deliver the attendance to the office for him. He warned me that I have to deliver it to the door and not give it to the person. I said sure and left to go find the office.

      As I walked to the office, which resembled my old high school pathway, I saw a friend from Eng 1A, Aa. I also saw a much more attractive version of her, which I assumed was her sister. I looked at the sister smiled flirtatiously and said hi completely forgetting about Aa. I walked inside the office and I saw them again but this time from a different angle, Aa saw me and she smiled and said hi. I sat next to a table right next to them. I asked them, "didn't I just see you guys right before I walked inside the building?" They looked completely confused, all of them said no. I told them Dejavu. I started talking to the fictional character, Aa's sister, Aa got mad and left. I said bye to her sister and left. I was lost once again. I showed back at the table and I found CA which is a girl that was ignored in the dream and is ignored in waking life. I asked her about the attendance office. She said she could take me. As we walked along this pathway it started to rain on us. I realized I am going to be late to class so I said bye to her and departed from her. Even though I ran in a hurry I was aware of my surroundings. I saw this wooden light house stair case, pretty old wood, eaten by years of hard rain. It smelled like old wood that has grown fungus on it. I don't remember if I made it to the attendance office but next thing I knew it I was inside my classroom.

      I entered the class room while teacher was teaching. I squinted to see who the teacher was, it was my Calc III teacher again. I thought that's weird this was not the class room I thought I would be in. I didn't follow through with my reasoning because I was too caught up with the plot and if it was not a dream I don't want to be standing around looking at my hands. The classroom was indeed a strange one it was a blend of my high school arts and crafts class and something else. I found a seat to sit in, which was also the only seat. This kid said I don't usually sit here. I said yeah that is true, I laughed at first. I picked up my stuff and came to realize that was the only seat. I told him I am going to sit there. He had his back pack on it and didn't want to give it up. I got mad and picked up his backpack and threw it. I tried to reasonably explain to him that I am going to sit there. My teacher got mad and yelled, "SHUT UP". I got angry, but not without reason and I said, "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP, I was only late because I was delivering your stupid attendance". He told me he doesn't care and told me to leave his class room.


      Dream fragment 3, 4:31am-8:17am." Angry again, at student": I only say that this is a new dream fragment because I forgot the whole dispute with my teacher.Well the dream started with me inside of my Calc III class. I had my original seat or so I believed I did. My teacher was teaching and I was taking notes. I wasn't aware of what I actually wrote though. This guy sat in front of me and tried to annoy me. He kept turning around and touching my stuff. I told him to stop touching my stuff. I thought about George Carlin's joke about stuff for a split second, but it only amused me for that very second. I told him to stop touching my stuff and for him to mind his own business. He wasn't listening so I forced him to turn around by grabbing him by the neck and turning him. He thought it was funny. I got angry and put my hands in a knuckle with my middle finger slightly sticking up while still bent though. I forced it into the back of his spine rubbing his spinal cord with my knuckle and he fell to the floor begging me to stop. I stopped but the teacher was finished with his lesson and I missed some of it. My teacher left pretty quickly. While outside people asked me why I did that, some asked me how I did, where is the weak spot locate. I didn't care to respond to much of them. I went back to my teacher's office, which looked nothing like his office. It looked more like a normal accounting office not a math teacher office. Well he was eating lunch, and I didn't want to disturb him so I was heading out. He signaled me to come and I did. This women brought me a seat and sat right in between us. She was saying, "hmm" after I said something. I thought that is weird. I told the teacher that I didn't mean to hurt the guy but he was distracting me from school work. I pleaded my case by bringing up the fact that I normally take notes when teacher is talking. He smiled then laughed and said don't worry about it.

      Dream fragment 4, 4:31am-8:17am." Weird Costume": I was in a store. I imagined what it would be like to have super powers. I saw this dragon and it had the whole galaxy on it. I saw stars and universes inside of it. I saw some sort of bird wrap it's wing around it. I had some weird costume on. It was blue and pink and a little purple. I don't remember the super powers I had. Oh yeah I also met spider man.

      Updated 02-18-2014 at 02:21 AM by 65865

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      non-lucid
    6. Really weird, distressing and emotional non-lucid dream, would really appreciate help x

      by , 11-21-2013 at 01:37 AM
      Hi, i'm ellie and am 17. (don't know if that could have any relevance) basically just before i woke up, I had this really odd nightmare type thing. I literally can't remember the last time I had anything close so that is probably why it has freaked me out so much. It was super intense with the majority of the dream engulfing me in an anxious, desperate kind of mood. I can remember the dream being really really vivid, but cannot remember much of the first part (up until I am in my house), and i know there were bits before that I cant remember at all, but i still know happened. This is all I can remember...

      I was in a supermarket with my mum who worked there (she doesn't in reality) and we were just generally chatting. We then caught the train home, but instead of the train stopping, we had to jump out, and this seemed completely normal and fine. I was reassuring her that it was okay, and that I did it all the time so she jumped out first and landed standing up and unharmed, but i hesitated feeling more anxious as i watched her get further away, and tried to run down the open sided train to stay close. when I did jump, there was a train coming in the opposite direction. as i jumped, I was moving very quickly and rolled along the tracks as the other train passed over me. I then got up and walked up the sloped platform to meet my mum. The setting was close to that of where I grew up; on the edge of a marsh with a tiny train station at the end of the short gravely, muddy road. I cant remember how I got to my house (the house where i now live with my parents), but I know that my mum had to go out again to go shopping. I was in my conservatory but i also somehow knew it was an attic at the same time, although not looking like one or being in the roof, and there was a chinese woman and her 10ish year old son watching tv in there. On the tv there was a program about something to do with a family in debt, or owing someone something, and it graphically showed a man being beheaded with a chainsaw closeup as payment while his mother was weeping behind him, and at that point it was not like i was in the room, but watching this first hand. I don't know where this could have come from because i don't watch any kind of horror or gore films because they make me feel physically sick, so don't know where my mind could have got enough detail to create this. I was aware of being in the room again. I felt very distressed by this in the dream and was asking why they would watch it, and they just started laughing at it. I then turned my attention to my one year old niece who was playing with some red and blue wooden blocks in front of a closed glass double doorway (which doesn't exist at my house) and she was facing away from me. All the glass in the conservatory was cracked, but remained in the frame, and this also seemed almost fine, and just gave the feeling similar to that it was just a lightbulb that needed replacing and was in no way dangerous. She then reached out and touched the glass, turning around and grinning as chunks started to fall out, making me panic so i ran to grab her and move her away. I then realized I had stood in the glass and there was massive chunks sticking out of my feet, and then i started to freak out because no one was home apart from the Chinese woman and her son and they were both laughing at me. I had to crawl through my house with shards in my feet to try and find my phone to call my mum. i remember feeling extremely distressed and desperate to the point where i was crying not from pain because it barely felt like a scratch, but from how helpless, distressed and desperate i felt. The sensation of the glass in my feet was really odd, it was sort of like the feeling when someone describes an injury on a certain part of the body and you get an almost, and this sounds really weird, sick feeling in the area of the described injury. I found my phone, and for some reason climbed onto a sofa laying on my front with my feet slightly raised. I started to call my mum and then I woke up, but in the exact same position as in my dream; laying on my front with my feet raised a couple of inches from my bed. for about a minuiteish after i could still feel a ghost like sensation of the glass in my feet with no pain, and felt physically sick in reaction to the guy being beheaded, panicked and like i was going to start crying for about 5 mins until my regular alarm went off.

      The whole thing really freaked me out, and its the night after and i can still vividly picture all that I have described. I also now don't want to go to sleep despite having college tomorrow because of the emotional reach this dream had, and how disturbing it was.

      Updated 11-21-2013 at 01:41 AM by 66551

      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare , memorable
    7. Prison Time/Footy Game (26.9.13)

      by , 09-27-2013 at 01:20 AM (CHiLLEN's Dream Journal)
      I was in prison for a minor incident, but something had happened in jail which had given me the life sentence.

      The prison was getting raided. We were all told to lay down, face down, facing the wall.

      I somehow escaped prison, and made my way to a house. I was wearing clothes that didn't look completely like a prison outfit, but was uncomfortable in case I got noticed as a prisoner.

      I had reached my family, but they were not my real family, just people I knew (Josh D?). I was happy to see them and was cherishing the moments I was having with them. I broke down and started crying when I mentioned about how I was given a life sentence.

      I was now in what looked like, Germain's bed room. I was using looking into his mirror and noticed I was now someone else, Miley Cyrus . I had all her features that she has of now. I was trying to style my hair, but I couldn't get it to look the way I wanted it.
      Do All Good People Go to Heaven?-miley-cyrus.jpg
      Miley Cyrus

      I asked Josh, how I could fly out of the country without getting caught.

      Scene changed.

      I was now playing Australian Rules Football(AFL). I saw a great mark by a Melbourne Demons player. I thought It may have been J. Howe, but I don't think it was. The ball had been kicked over my head, I ran back with the flight of the ball and took a courageous mark. I tried to kick the ball long and direct, but it went to the left, but luckily one of my team mates was there to take the mark.

      I remember the ball going over a fence. Some players said that we wouldn't be able to get it back, as they asked the owner of the house for it, and he said no. I had a look at the fence it had gone over and noticed there was a lot of barb wire at the bottom of the fence.
      I thought that I should jump over and get it, but saw the owner in his house, looking our way and didn't risk it.

      Eventually I think the man threw the ball back over his fence to us.

      I was back at Germain's. I was talking to Chris Judd (Carlton AFL Player), about why I couldn't play at the top level in AFL, due to my shoulder. I think he thought I was talking about him, so he explained about his surgery. He said he tore his hamstring off his shoulder
      Do All Good People Go to Heaven?-chris-judd.jpg
      Chris Judd

      Updated 09-27-2013 at 01:27 AM by 24939

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    8. Arguing and Crying Over Towel Fluff

      by , 09-09-2013 at 07:27 PM (Hopeless Wanderings)
      I was in the house of an old friend, Rachel, with my mom and a friend. The house was brand new, walls and furniture covered in white. Rachel's mom was standing in the kitchen, welcoming us. There were some black hand towels on a rod on the wall and me and my friend used them to dry our hands. Eventually, Rachel's older brother came up to us and said something like, "You're messing up my towels! There's towel fluff on the ground!" I didn't see anything wrong with a bit of towel fluff on the ground so I said, "It's just a little bit of towel fluff! It won't ruin your towels!" But then he started yelling at us about it and told us to get out of the house. I walked toward the door and he said things like, "you're a mess! you're worthless!" etc. Me and my mom were then standing outside the house at this huge window. The window was all foggy and I was able to write on it. I wrote, "You asshole! I AM messed up! I (can't say this part) ....(tried to think of a number even though I lost count).... 10 times!" He looked at at what I wrote. Then, I appeared back in their house and was washing dishes. I knew I didn't belong in there, so I was crying. I used a towel to wipe away my tears, but still I was crying. It was that beautiful, real emotion I experience in dreams once in a while. I then saw him standing behind me. He wasn't angry, but just standing there in silence watching me as I continued to cry.
      Tags: crying, emotional
      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. Asian-Jamaican Lucid Dreamer?! WTF??

      by , 08-12-2013 at 11:50 PM (SilverWolf's Sleep Sessions)
      I thought my hamster dream was odd...this dream is about the craziest one I've ever had (in memory, anyway). Some might argue flying fish and alligator-jawed hamsters are weirder, but the subject matter...it was incredibly vivid and incredibly odd. Note that I was NOT lucid, although my dream was about lucidity. In my dream I was a Jamaican man lucid dreaming I was an old Asian man (I'm neither of these IRL, I am Caucasian). It wasn't revealed I was really a Jamaican man until the end of my dream though. Also, lucidity in my dream was a bit different than it is IRL. In my dream, when people were dreaming, every dream character was another person, and people interacted via dreams just like they do in real life. With that explained, here's the dream:

      Asian-Jamaican??!! W T F

      Monday, August 12, 8:00 am


      In my dream I am dreaming about this man and woman. I am completely lucid in my dream within a dream, however I am not REALLY lucid (confusing I know. Put it this way, my dream character me knows he is dreaming but the real me has no idea I'm in a dream). Anyway, in my dream I'm an old Asian man who analyzes rocks--a geologist?? This woman comes to me, her name is Raine, and she wants me to analyze these really strange rocks she found. The are purplish white, almost looking like a cross between amethyst and diamonds. She has a friend with her, a tall black man with a wispy beard and ponytail. Raine has light brown hair. I vaguely remember Raine somehow communicating with me via telepathy in my dream-within-a-dream, asking where my office is. I tell her where I am, we make our way through the circular building that houses my office. Her friend meets with us, and I grab the odd rocks, telling Raine what they are (I have no idea what they were, I can't remember--I do know they were very special rocks though).

      Either the dream fades away, or I just don't remember what happened next, but now I find myself in a hallway leading outside the building. I'm sitting with Raine's friend. We're not really talking, just sitting together, waiting for something I think--what we're waiting for, I don't really know. he sees a man outside, a dark Jamaican man, who looks very thuggish (headband with gang colors, that sort of thing). He walks outside, spends some time talking with the guy, and then comes back in and sits down. He's pale now, and obviously very afraid. I ask him what's wrong, but he refuses to tell me. I study him a minute, then the guy outside, and then say:

      "He's a Rasta-man isn't he? How much do you owe him?" Raine's friend looks at me in awe.

      "H...How do you know that, man??" he asks me. For some reason his question angers me, even offends me.

      "You have no idea who I am in real life, what I used to do!" I snap. Sighing, I stand up. "I'll take care of him," I tell Raine's friend. I walk outside to confront the guy outside.

      "Who are you?" he asks me.

      "friend of his," I say, jerking my thumb towards Raine's friend. He sizes me up for a second, and I just stare coolly at him. Then, without warning, I punch the guy in the face, busting his lip and sending him to the floor. He starts backwards-crawling on the pavement, and I reach into my coat and pull a pistol on him. He's really scared now, but I just glare at him, and fire the gun, purposefully missing just to the side--a warning shot.

      "You'll leave him alone." I tell the man. "His debt is paid." The man nods, peeing himself in fear. He gets up and runs off. I put the gun back in my coat and walk back inside, where Raine's friend is staring at me in shock. I then reveal to him that while I look like an old Asian guy in this dream, I am really a jamaican myself, I used to be a Rasta just like that guy. I appear as an Asian in my lucid dreams because I don't want people to judge me and to know what I used to be. He thanks me for my help, and Raine approaches.

      Raine tells me she's glad I helped her--she doesn't know about what I did for her friend, she's thanking me for the help with the rocks. She says she has to go now. I get really, really sad at this because the dream me has formed an attachment to her.

      "I don't want you to leave," I tell her. She tells me she has to. "I'm a very lonely man outside this dreamworld. All I do is analyze rocks all day. Will we ever see eachother again?" Raine just shrugs, tells me "maybe" and then my alarm wakes me up.

      The super odd thing about this dream, aside from being a dream within a dream, which in and of itself is really confusing and strange, is how emotional I was. I am almost never so hyper emotional in my dreams, but I was literally crying when Raine said she had to go. I don't know why either. Also, It is unusual for me to dream that I am a different person--in the case of this one, two different people; the Jamaican dreaming the lucid dream and the old Asian man that I appeared to be in the dream-within-a-dream. Strange, is it not?

      ~SilverWolf~
    10. 8/9/13 - hm

      by , 08-09-2013 at 07:38 PM (Leaving the matrix)
      I'm in the living room doing nothing, the girl comes up to the window, it frightens me so I run outside and yell at her for some reason things I don't mean. Then I go back into the house, I'm aware that I might've hurt her, and then something starts to happen to me and I'm crying and I look outside and the girl is with her boyfriend and they're preparing to leave. Ignore it with ego, Then a delivery truck comes up the driveway and I look out the window at it and the girl and I make eye contact and it's as though she's asking for something with her eyes, like are you sure this is what your want, then they leave down the entire driveway but through the dirt which would make it take longer, and they wait sitting on a bench down there I assume for a bus. Then seemingly little things keep happening in the house that I freak out about and contemplate running down the driveway to her, but when I finally do they're gone. I go back into the house and fell neglected and, alone.
    11. Emma Watson/Girl love dream

      by , 06-07-2013 at 01:31 PM
      Partly lucid dream:

      I was in the car going somewhere with a few friends and people I knew and this girl who is with someone now but who I've wanted to be with for about 2 years and care about alot was there too but we weren't talking really. Then the driver(Can't remember who) was going a different way so just me and her had to walk together, and she was like why didn't you call, and I asked the same and then she sat down and started to cry. I hugged her and we kissed and I told her I loved her and it was like super emotional.

      End of dream.
    12. 4.29.13 - Emotional Healing

      by , 05-01-2013 at 03:36 AM
      [Sleep at 12:15 am. Alarm off at 4:00 am - awake for 5 minutes. Non-lucid. Recorded 6:05 am.]
      I remember talking to someone about Opa's death. While in real life I have been sad and, of course, I miss him, I have not really cried or even thought about it beyond the first day. In the dream though, I broke down into hysteric tears. I really missed him and felt his lose deeply even though we were not too close. [I suddenly remember when he stood up for me against Oma with the whole mayo fiasco.]

      Then I was possibly half awake and still crying. I knew I had been dreaming but also recognized the fact that I needed to cry since I had not allowed myself to do so in real life.

      The dream started somewhere else with a person (the one I was talking to about Opa) but I can't remember what we were doing or why. We were walking at the time of the conversation, and it was dark. Everything was dark. [Because I did not have to see to feel. Sight can be misleading, as I had let my emotions misguide me. In order to heal on a deep level, I needed to FEEL, not to think or rationalize.] Remember thinking I should wake up and write it down, but was still partly sleeping and wanted to continue - very tired.

      [Contemplation. Dream fragments remembered until entire dream pieced together. 4.30.13 1:30pm]
      At the beginning there was I girl with light skin and long dark hair pulled back. She was talking to me and leading me somewhere. Saw through my own eyes, or the eyes of the player, not watching from above like usual. Was I myself? Or just a character?

      Surrounded by darkness and rocks. Maybe in some kind of cave? Was there water nearby? On the walls? Possibly in the cave behind my waterfall, but then why would I have to be lead. I WAS following, but why and to where?

      Dream then changed, but same darkness followed. Not a scary, fear inducing darkness, more a comforting, peaceful darkness. I felt at ease, walking next to someone. I believe different then the girl in the beginning, but somehow felt the same, just older. More wise and knowing. Talking to me as we walked through the darkness. I don't remember hearing words, but knew there was a conversation. Don't know where we were or where we were going. More like surrounded by nothingness. Going no where, doing nothing but being.

      Suddenly flooded by thought of Opa and feelings of immense sadness and loss. I was crying. Although there was so much pain, I knew this was a part of a healing process that I have not allowed myself in a waking state. I knew I had to think of him, of how much I missed him, and just let the tears come. I felt safe knowing this woman was somehow supporting me, encouraging me to let myself simply feel.

      I believe I partly woke up, crying, and reflected on this experience as something I needed in order to move on. I know I suppress my emotions in a waking state, so much that it very rarely even creeps into my dreams, so I know I am making progress. I felt relief.

      I knew I should write everything down or forget the details, but somehow felt the beginning of the dream was not significant and had no fear forgetting the rest. Too tired to wake fully, possibly even still dreaming. Floated back into sleep.

      Was this my guide? Do I need to let myself heal emotionally before I can travel successfully? Hopes of seeing Dason still hold me back. I need to let this go while coping with the reality that he is gone. I need to find a way to hold on to his memory while still somehow moving on. This is a big task that will take time. My guide will help me. I have full trust in her.

      [Sudden memory from 8 years ago. Remember the dream so long ago? A sword. A guide. A tower. Dason, Brittany, max?, Jamaal? We were going to take over the world. Change it. What did she say to me? Only he could do something, but I was needed for... something. Same guide? He was the tower, looking up at its immense structure. The guide and myself watched from above. "You know he is the only one that can change the world?" I was disappointed it wasn't me, but I was also young and immature. She was wise. What was meant? What was my purpose? I knew instinctively others were involved, but I played a big role in this change. So long to go without this dream... until now. Why?]

      [Contemplation and inspiration. 4.30.13 10:15 pm]
      Tarot reading few months ago. Guidance, reversed. Thought nothing of it until the following weekend when it all occurred to me at once. I ask for guidance, as if I do not have it, but in fact I do. There are signs every where and I have the tools to guide myself, but I set this all aside because I am waiting for guidance from him. He cannot lead me any further. "I have taught you everything you need to know." At the time, I cried. I knew it was a dismissal, a good-bye. How right I was... I need to heal and move on. It is possible he still exists outside my heart, but I need to progress with my own insight or risk losing everything. Guidance is here, I just have to open my eyes to it. Now, my guide has returned. Whether an astral being, a spirit, or a creation of my mind, to me it is a representation of guidance. It is knowledge and understanding to help me see choices and follow my own paths. It is me.
    13. Tiger in Joshua Tree

      by , 09-11-2012 at 09:22 PM
      Non-dream Dream

      Dream 1

      I am hiking in Joshua Tree National Park with my wife and a group of about 15 people. I see a large, orange, striped tiger that looks exactly like a Bengal tiger cross the trail up ahead. We call it a bobcat since they are native to this region even though it is clearly a tiger. We all consider ourselves to be extremely lucky to spot one of these creatures in the wild. Then all of a sudden the bobcat circles around behind us and starts fake attacking. It continues to circle us for a while. My wife ways something in another language and I ask her to translate (I don’t remember what she says). Next someone from the group asks “Is this really happening?” I wish a professional was in our group to tell us how to respond to an aggressive tiger.

      Next we are all in my house – specifically the kitchen. The bobcat keeps circling us and we begin to yell at it and start slapping its back to try and scare it away. Finally the bobcat tries to get out of the house but the sliding door is closed. We open it and the bobcat goes out into the back yard. I notice that my cat, V, is out by the pool and I think to myself “Oh it’s gonna be so cool to see how V interacts with the bobcat!” V meowed and the bobcat sees him. At that moment I realize what is going to happen and I am flooded with sorrow and anger (at myself for letting this happen). The bobcat grabs V in his mouth in a flash and carries him over the fence. The whole way out of the yard V’s eyes are locked with mine. I drop to my knees, head in hands, and start crying. A huge wave of emotions and thoughts come over me – it is my fault, the one thing that unconditionally loves me is dead because of me, etc.

      I wake up with the song “Karma Police” by radio head stuck in my head (this is what you get…).

      Dream 2:

      My next door neighbors get a new front lawn installed.

      Dream 3:

      I am at a pool with my wife and we have two kids. I ask some guy for something - I think he is in a phone booth and I ask him for money.

      Updated 09-11-2012 at 09:58 PM by 56962

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    14. A Life lesson in the form of dreams

      by , 09-09-2012 at 02:35 PM
      (this was actually supposed to be my first entry but I accidentally made it a draft!!)

      Ok so recently my friends and I have been talking a lot about going away on a lads holiday next year and also local club nights that are U18, so all this will have probably created this epic dream that happened to be semi lucid too. Then I went through two other dreams or sections that were completely unrelated to this but still had some relevance to my real life.

      As per normal I'm relatively unfamiliar how exactly the dream starts but I know it is somewhere along the lines of my best mate Harry (not Harri) being at my house and talking about going to this epic club night that happened to be nearby. He said it was one that was an overnight stay (almost like a teen slumber party mixed in with a full blown club night) and that he was all packed and ready to go so he would meet me there. As he left unfortunately (as I find common in my dreams when I'm trying to pack for something) I couldn't find any of the items I wanted to take and actually woke up briefly in frustration. Fortunately enough I was tired enough to drift off back into the same dream (as it was probably about 3AM at this point so dead silent). I re-entered the dream at the reception of this so called club. My mate Harry jokingly asked what had taken me so long, and the receptionist ticked off my name on a clearly visible sheet as my mate must have told him. I asked Harry what the club was like and he signalled with a waggling thumb held sideways that it was so so, in conjunction with the receptionist opening the door behind him to see a visibly small waiting area with sofas, much like the waiting area to a doctors or dentist. I think the disappointment at this point had caused me once again to physically wake up from my dream, but again fortunately I was able to drift back into the same dream with no difficulty. Now in the small waiting room, the receptionist opened up the door which led into a large shop like area, with all the walls filled with every alcoholic drink that I know of, including a few that I don't recognise. Just when I thought it couldn't get any more crazy, as we were led into a second identical shop-like room (this time filled with a few typical party spirits like vodka and rum), the receptionist said that we were allowed whatever we wanted for free within reason. The room was also filled with male and female grooming products such as hairspray and hair gel for guys, and make-up and fake tan and stuff for girls. In mirrors that were about this room sure enough there were boys and girls grooming themselves before the entered the actual party room. I recognised a few of my friends from school in this room and was pleasantly surprised to see more of them arriving. As the receptionist led us into the third and final room, everything went dark (obviously because it was the actual club room) and a pleasant cosiness about the place overcame me. I said to my friend Harry "What were you on about mate? This place is ridiculous, free drinks, free grooming and a sweet club room" to which he just laughed. I decided I wanted to grab a Becks (my favourite kind of beer in real life) and started scouring the first shop like room for it. I also grabbed a bottle of smirnoff for Harry as he doesn't drink beer. At this point I become semi lucid as I realise that my dream is fading and I am slowly waking up. Luckily I started blinking less, and the dream became clearer again. So I venture back into the dark club room which surprisingly changed into a much larger concert hall and there were people everywhere my age (at least 1000) all conversing, although there didn't appear to be any music at this point and no one was particularly loud. I noticed more people from my school coming in through the club room entrance (from the second shop room). At this point I was slightly alarmed when a fairly attractive girl wondered past and said to me "I may as well be your girlfriend" to which I exclaimed in a jokey way "did you actually just say that?" as I found the fact I didn't know this girl and that she was asking me to be her boyfriend funny. I wanted to grab some more becks so I wondered back into the shop rooms and grabbed a multi-pack this time. From here onwards the only extra things I noticed is that I was wearing a lifeguard T-Shirt and shorts. Then the dream faded and I woke up.

      The second part was completely different. I was hiking with my school year in my group (similar to what I actually did a few months ago). The teachers told us that there we had to complete certain tasks. All of a sudden we had all leapt onto what looked like a rubber brick (something to do with swimming and videos I had been watching the day before). After a few in dream hours (which went by really quick) i realised I had been crushing this guy. As I got of him I apologised frantically and said something about my muscles being locked up so I couldn't get off him, and checked his heart rate to make sure he was still alive and well. He regained conciousness shortly afterwards. All of a sudden I realised that I had lost my group and was now walking with a different group instead. We came across two circular patches of mus that were a lighter brown than the surrounding mud. Unfortunately this turned out to be very deep mud, and one of my friends Nick fell in a patch and started trying to push up off the walls of this mud hole to keep himself from being swallowed. We had almost got him out but unfortunately one of my other friends James had fallen into the hole next to him. As we finally pulled Nick out, we became extremely concerned that my friend James was not trying to scramble out like Nick was, but had been completely swallowed under the surface. Frantically I told everyone to try and find a large stick to stick in the mud for him to grab hold of but it was no use. I myself fell in when trying to put a third stick in to see how deep it was, but fortunately Nick (from earlier) and his mate Jamie pulled me to safety. We realised that it was a lost cause and that James must have suffocated to death under there, to which I became a little emotional.

      I'm not sure If I woke up at this point but I all of a sudden found myself walking round a very very upper class looking university, with the events of James's death still in my mind. It made me realise that I should never take life or anyone in my life for granted, as a more realistic freak accident could happen to myself or any of my friends in real life. I went round the rest of the university part of the dream admiring the unrealistically beautiful and large architecture of the place, smiling at the various students that passed before slowly waking up.



      Quite a journey for one night. The feelings I felt from these dreams are indescribable, and I probably haven't done the first dream justice, but Dance music has been my life ever since I was a little boy so this was particularly special to me, along with the fact that I shared it with my best friend Harry. The second part really hit home to me. I procrastinate horribly, don't put in enough effort into anything I do and spend a rediculous amount of my life behind a computer screen wasting my time away on facebook. This dream told me to stop being stupid and actually start living life, as it could be over in a few years, months or even days, and to start appreciating my friends and family.
    15. The Hotel, The Babies and The Public Execution...

      by , 01-24-2012 at 02:59 AM (My brain and I)
      dream : comments : lucid
      24th of January, 2012

      I've been on a trip the past couple of days and my dream recall was really bad during that time. Early this morning, back in my own bed, I had a huge dream.

      It went a little something like this:



      We were on a holiday in Sydney and staying at a super fancy hotel on the 7th floor.
      I went for a wander to see what the rest of the building was like and ended up gong to the toilets. I was surprised that they weren’t that nice. Somehow I spent like 45 minutes in there just talking to people and at one stage soap bubbles were everywhere and I sat in the urinal then freaked out.

      Coz I was sitting in a urinal.

      When I left and went back to the elevator, it stopped on the 5th floor and I noticed my family were in one of those rooms instead. Weird, but I kept going.
      I went up to the 9th floor- the top level of the building- which had a big spiral you had to walk up. At the very top there was an open area and it connected back to street level somehow.
      I continued on my little journey and went back downstairs and onto the street where I met up with Sean and Lina. At some point, perhaps before that, I noticed my friend Jon Lee owned a restaurant and I decided we should go there for dinner that night.

      Sean, Lina and I kept walking toward their hotel and then I realised I had no idea where I was.
      I said “You’ve lead me astray!” and we continued walking and found ourselves in an underground shopping area. There was a fruit market there, so we went into it.

      A woman was now with our group and she picked up fresh baked bread and bananas and I told her that it would be a delicious sandwich. While waiting in line, I jokingly tried to push in front of her by swimming (!) under her. She stopped me and was offended that I’d even try because she’d “already had 5 babies today!”

      “Quints?” I said. “Yo! Imagine having quints!”

      At that point the cashier girl suddenly had a huge cot full of babies that she was tending to so only one checkout lane was open. I went to buy two Cokes, but didn’t have any money so I left the line.

      On my way out, my grandfather was chilling on top of the greeting card display and said that it would be really nice if he and his friend (“the only one I have left!”) could pick us up from school and play with us and make us dinner. I said that we already had plans to dine out but he looked really sad so I agreed.
      I said “I guess it’s okay anyway, imagine if the restaurant had been attacked while we were there!”
      As I said it, I saw a scene of the restaurant being shot apart and everyone dying. I pretended to be dead and lay on the ground.

      So anyway, we went to this friend’s house of his which was on top of a giant hill and Acka introduced himself as me for some reason. I sat down and began reading the guy’s wine guide and said that Nooks would be really annoyed now because it means I’d take even longer to choose a good wine. Suddenly it turned out that two other people were going to join us for dinner and the friend didn’t have enough food as he’d only bought one giant fish.


      The dream changed around here- though I believe it was still connected- and I dreamt two dreams almost simultaneously.


      The first started out as if I was watching a movie. In segments, it told the story of a girl and a boy and how they’d always been together. It culminated in them sitting, in exactly the same position as an earlier segment, in suits in a limo.

      The other dream was that we were at a public scalping. Apparently the guy was Iranian, but he didn’t look it; he was just some fat, sort of sad looking guy.
      I’m not sure what he was in trouble for but he had to sit in this wooden structure a couple of levels tall with ropes attached to his head. The ropes went through this elaborate pulley system where the scalper held them at the other end and would pull them. As the (we’ll call him an executioner) executioner slowly started pulling the ropes I began to get emotional and started crying.

      I asked someone to ask the prisoner (coz he was Iranian and couldn’t understand me) if he was scared. He said he was terrified and somehow came down to ground level for his last request. His nose was bleeding from fear and I gave him a hug and told him to be brave. He said he wanted to hear his favourite song one more time and quite a nice song began playing. I think it spoke about second chances or something. The dream faded as the prisoner (now on a motorbike) rode back up to the top of the structure to be scalped. It was really intense at the time.

      At that point the earlier dream came back to the forefront and ended with a nice high angle shot of the guy getting out of the limo and walking into a crowd while "Where I Stood" by Missy Higgins was playing.

      I woke up and wondered why the hell that song was in my head as I don’t think I’ve ever even heard the whole thing.
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