08.30.2012Dianeva Ends Our Relationship (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I can't remember much from this dream, other than the fact that someone who I believe is Dianeva tells me directly that this relationship isn't working out for us. I tried to give this some thought, but just couldn't, I can't even remember how I felt........ *sigh* With the things I've been seeing in my dreams, that could mean anything. I hope it isn't a premonition for the other Alyssa I know of. _________________________08.30.2012Hunter stabbed someone (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Hunter, a person's name in waking life that I knew in middle school, admits to me and two or so people sitting around him criss-cross apple sauce that he stabbed someone with a knife. (He didn't stab them criss-cross apple sauce, and I'm too lazy to change that ) He has the same curly dirty blonde hair, has a dark colored shirt and khaki pants. He's touching his wrist (I can't remember which side) as he's continuing to talk._________________________08.30.2012Golden Dog Game (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm watching a video game where there's a part that you can play as dog. The dog has a gold-ish kind of fur, but doesn't look like a Golden Retriever at all. There's a "Hard Mode" that you can choose for the dog, but I decided to know do that. As if I have any fucking choice, the dream continues to show the dog, and it seems to be one of those third person games where you just hack and slash enemies (sort of). The environment in the game was saturated with variants of violet, making night time in it feel a little bit more eerie than it should be. The dog could run pretty fast, but I can't remember anything else._________________________08.30.201251 Cents (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm going to the upper floor of what seems like a mall, and I believe I'm following a group of people as well. The store, or the outlet we're going to resembles a coffee shop in a way. Most of the lighting made the outlet itself have orange and brown hues intertwined, and it seemed this place was pretty active, but not too active with people. I remember going up near a jar where one could donate a certain amount of coins that the store would contribute to some organization that helps less fortunate people. I look at the jar, and it's almost full, and this is a BIG jar, it's even wider than my arms if I were to make it into a ring shape. Most of the jar had pennies in it, which explains why it was mostly brown inside the jar. I believe I was following an Asian girl and a woman who was probably her grandma. I don't understand why we were following her, but it seemed like a fun idea at the time in the dream I'm presuming. A random employee, who is wearing a green apron and white shirt (can't remember the pants), and has a dark-skinned tone comes near us and I believe is talking with the small Asian girl first. He's declaring that the jar is full (oh really now?) and starts professing some things I forgot about. Whatever he was saying, after he was done talking, he decides to give everyone 51 cents. I literally see this guy take out two quarters and one penny. I have my hand out, and he gives me mine, and I'm wondering what's the point in giving us 51 cents. I look to my left, and I remember seeing another Asian girl with me as well. She's wearing a small pink sweater that had some buttons on it, and she only buttoned the middle portion of it so that the top and bottom section would form an hourglass shape. She's wearing a white shirt as well, along with light khaki long pants. She resembles an Asian girl who was in my Communication Applications (Comm App) class in High School when I was a senior. She has some mascara around her eyes, a round, plump, and pale face, but the contrasts with the mascara and the light clothing (even though darker colors would make her more prominent) was enough for you to focus on her visage instead. She also puts on a puzzled visage like most of us are doing, and is wondering why she's getting 51 cents as well. She looks to the left and then to the right. The employee goes back to do his job, I think, or just disappears completely. I go back to following this random group of people, and it honestly feels like I'm putting blind faith in following these people, because all I see with my peripheral vision are dull colors and random white light shining around here and there. I have no understanding of where I'm going. That's all I remember for that one, I had a crappy night......it's hard trying to sleep early._________________________08.30.2012Asian girl in Pink (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID The doorbell is ringing, and I'm in a different room that has the door closed. My senses spike up a little bit, and I realize I'm half-naked, and I really need to find a shirt. I wanted to wait inside the room with the door closed to hear what's going on other side. One.....two...three....at least three people are coming in, and I feel like it's inevitable that I have to greet myself to them. Seems my father is in the other room with the people, and he calls out my name. Then calls it again, and I tell him that I'm coming. I grab a shirt, though I can't remember what color it was. I open the door a little slow, and the first person I see is that same Asian girl I met in the "51 Cents" dream above. She's wearing a pink outfit, though this time, it seems she has buttoned it a little more so that her breasts covered with the same white shirt would be tugged from the gap that section buttoned created. Not sure if she's doing that so I look at her breasts more... She's resting on a white and comfy sofa that looks very fluffy, but not feathery fluffy (sorry, my descriptions are equivalent of a 3rd grader in the morning). She looks at me, though not on my eyes, just my chest. She gazes on my chest for a while until I get really close to her. I spread my arms out to try and hug her, but she's still sitting on the sofa, so I have to bend down and hug her while she hugs me as well. I didn't ask her name, and I greeted myself to other people. However, the Asian girl was all that I was interested in this dream, so my recall of the other people is horrible. I honestly thought I was shaking hands with random shadow figures or something like that. Sometimes I wonder if the Asian girl from the previous dream was her child self, and then the one to the left of me that looked puzzled in the previous dream was her present teenage/young adult self. Interesting....but will only be just a counterpart to the waking life version. I can't really grasp anything from this dream, or the previous "51 Cents" dream.
Updated 08-30-2012 at 05:07 PM by 47756
08.27.2012At Least Give Me $20 (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Inside of a High School, and the tile flooring is light brown, and I'm at one of the end sections of it like the one High School in waking life that shows up a lot lately. Apparently, I'm waiting for something, I think, and I can't go inside of the rooms because most of the students are taking an exam of some sort. I'm just casually waiting at a wall, wondering when it's time for dismissal. I'm assuming I finished my exam early, like REALLY early, so it's no wonder I'm waiting so long for the bell to ring. As I see people coming out, for some reason, I had to give some guy cash, like around $30 if I remember correctly. I felt as if I didn't need to give him this at all, I felt like I Was just giving away free money. I tell him to give me back my money, and he does. I check the amount in my hand and had $5 instead, so I asked him, "At least give me 20." He looks at me, but he's just standing there like an idiot, and since he's not going to respond at all, I decided to prepare to leave for the building. There's a red sign with white font saying something along the lines of talking not being permitted when others are taking the exam. When it's time for most students to leave, there's a blonde teacher who looked likes Ms. Anderson in one of the High Schools I attended. She's wearing a light gray jacket, light blue jeans, and has the same, or close, body composition as the waking life counterpart. She's resting one of her hands on the red sign, and is pushing it forward, which obviously means we can't talk for as long as she drags the sign wherever she's going. I walk a little faster, since there's really no point in being in this area anymore, and I finally get out of the long hallway from one of the end sections, and I am now at the beginning of the 1/4 mile path that would be perpendicular to the hallway I just came out of. It looks like good weather out there, light gray skies, not too sunny at all. I turn to the right, since the left side is pretty much a dead end with a brown wall like the waking life version of this High School layered in bricks. I'm still cognizant of the sign being moved around, but by this time, I'm already at a fair amount of distance from it. Here's the part that makes this High School different from waking life. There's a section to my left where you can prepare to leave the building and go to the bus docking area. It's easy to distinguish because of the light gray carpet flooring and glass doors. I had a feeling that I might've been late to get on the bus, but I don't know why, just a hunch. That hunch was wrong because as soon as I get out of the building, there are plenty of buses that are dormant. All of them are your classic canary/yellow colored buses. A few are starting to get ready to form a line for students who will be outside in a few minutes. I decided to get a clear view of all the buses, so I decided to take a jump up some wide ledge above me with easy, probably 10 feet, and look at the view. It's pretty decent, and I have my right hand between my waist and upper thigh. I had it in a reverse upside-down L position (if you try to make that with your arm right now, I'm sure you'll know what I mean), and I said a few words to someone, though I can't remember what exactly. I believe it could've been something related to how cool the scene looks from above, seeing the horizon and the buses preparing to form a line. From afar, the school buses still looked pretty huge, but I didn't pay any attention to that. The person to the left of me looks like a debater I knew in High School named Danny. He responds by whatever I'm saying by saying, "Yeahhhh...." while looking at what I'm looking as well. After a while, I'm presuming that I get ready to find my bus to go home, and that's all I remember. _________________________08.27.2012Kaiba's Wives (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm in a light-orange room, and it feels too weird to be in here, it feels like a garage to me. If I turn to my right, I will see a Plexiglass type of window where you could look outside, however, it's too dark to see anything at the moment. I can feel that my father is here, and a friend of his as well too. There's three entities that would come near the Plexiglass outside. Before they came, I assumed that Kaiba from Yu-Gi-Oh! or someone would be the husband for all three of these entities, and I'm not saying that word loosely. These are completely abstract beings, not human AT all. The first one that shows up looks like a variant of Gardevoir, and she looks so cute. Anyway, she comes up slowly, has her hands, or whatever you want to call them, and looks shy. Then there's another entity that looks orange, but I can't remember what exactly. The final one that comes up is a pink octopus, though I don't know how the hell that's could be a wife for a human. I can understand if the human has some sick fetish for Gardevoir, but an Octopus? How does that relationship work out, through suction cups? =P I think I tell someone that the three wives are here, and my father and his friend come on, though I don't know why they need to come in the first place. They declared that they can't see properly outside, and the window was kind of misty that they had to wipe it from the inside, lol, that's dream logic for you. Then after they leave, Kaiba comes in out of nowhere and starts using these type of binoculars or some microscope lens attached to the window. I'm wondering what the hell he's doing, and he responds to me by saying my first name, and then declaring that I was disrupting him from finding out something. What could you be finding through those weird lens attached to a wall, and through complete darkness outside? Also, my father random decides to mix what seems like orange juice, milk, and hot cocoa power together. Whatever.
Updated 08-27-2012 at 04:52 PM by 47756
08.24.2012Bank Statements (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside a completely different house consisting of dark cool colors, and most of the major features inside of it were blanked out, probably to make me pay attention to my father and mother instead. My father is holding a sheet, and is looking at me seriously for some reason. I look at the paper and saw that I spent $10 on one day and then $2 on another. Oh god, here it comes.... He starts asking me what these payments were for, and I already had the answers, but how he asked me made me stutter a bit. It's as if I wasted on a Ferrari or something lol. I eventually told him that one of the payments was for some drawings that were of interest to me. I can't remember what the drawings tried to represent, just that they were mostly line art and/or graphite portraits of random people. As I'm trying to explain him what I made on these small purchases, I walk around this house that I barely even know about and pointed to him that the drawings on the walls are what I bought with the money, most likely with the $10. I do recall one drawing where I see myself, and there's a bunch of muscle on me, which looks deformed. I'm doing the archer pose on the left side of the drawing, the one that Usain Bolt does. I looked so weird, seeing my big head and then a larger deformed muscular body on me. Then when I'm done explaining things to my father, he suddenly calms down and leaves. I really hate it when this happens in the dream, he's suddenly boiled up and the moment I say something simple, he just calms down. I mean, sure I want the dream projection of him to calm down, but how he goes through it is way too abrupt that it looks like he's bipolar or something. After that little episode of unnecessary acts of anger from him, I go into a room to play a game. I don't pay attention to the controller I'm holding, I just know I have something in my hand. It's a weird game, but the objective is to try to match the words on top, and then you'll have an individual square for each letter than you have to scroll up or down really fast to go through the alphabet. There's a timer for around 5 seconds for each letter, which is why you have to down or up so fast. I think the word I'm trying to match is: TALES Though I don't know why I needed to do that, since I felt that even though this is a game, something tells me this was something as a hint for me rather than a randomly generated word. Anyway, I have trouble matching the word "TALES" and ended up with the word "TRAPES" or something like that. But I'm still not sure how it ended up, it's just the first thing that comes to mind. I think me, my mother and father were planning to get ready to go somewhere, since I had feelings that I had to finish this quickly. That's all I remember, I didn't get much sleep last night.
08.20.2012School Bus and English Class (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID There's a girl who's trying to find her father because he took something that she needed to get to somewhere I think. I forget if this girl is a blonde, since I think I slept again instead of typing it on my laptop because I was too lazy to turn it on. All I remember from this is that the girl used a bicycle, and her father had a faster model of another bicycle or motorcycle. I thought the girl wouldn't catch up, but she managed get to the same speed as her father. When he realized she really wants to talk to him, he finally stops. He gets off the bike and gives the girl a plastic bag with some random items in it, but most importantly, he also gave her the item she was looking for, a very transparent bead. The dream shifts, and now I'm inside of a yellow school bus. I couldn't see the outside, but based on how the seats were arranged, it definitely had to be a school bus. There were quite a few people inside, but there were two people I had most of my focus on. Before doing so, I think I looked at myself at the mirror, but I'm not sure if it's me, it looks like a female.....am I in a female's body? Whoever it is that I'm looking at in the mirror, she has some white cream on her face, so I take some object, probably a paper towel or something, and slowly wiped it off her face. It doesn't take long for me to finish this, and then I listen to the two girl's to the right a few seats in front of me. One girl was talking about how her Adviser told her she had to take some other course because of some condition I can't remember. The girl had to leave, and then her friend called her to declare that in short, her Adviser doesn't know what she's trying to tell her at all. She starts telling her that she can do whatever it is she thought she couldn't, and after they talk for a while, maybe a minute or two, I see the same girl who left walking around on the cell listening to her friend to respond, "Okay." The girl was wearing a black leather jacket, white shirt, and some dark colored jeans. I don't do this often, but her visage wasn't very appealing to me, in fact, she reminds me of a girl in High School when I was a senior. She was on the cheerleader team, but I knew that someone like her would be the one talked about behind everyone's back as not looking good enough or something like that. She hangs up and after that, everything is quiet. Then another random girl, who is a redhead, wearing a light gray shirt and the usual blue jeans is talking about people's weight. As the bus is taking a very deep curve to the left, while I'm on the right side of the bus looking at the window of the arrows signaling vehicles to take a deep left turn, the girl talks about how that if she sees someone obese in her neighbor, she takes that as a compliment. It took me a few seconds to process how that can be a compliment, but for some weird reason, I found some logic in her twisted and cruel declaration. It makes sense, when you apply it as petting her ego and making herself feel better. She was a little pale in skin tone, and pretty skinny, but not too skinny, she had a little substance in a few regions. The dream shifts again (everything seems to be following the same theme for me)....now I'm inside of a school building, and I'm on the top floor. There's a classroom I have to go to that's "Room 113," something like that. The overall setting are shades of brown, very dull and boring. However, the room is closed, so we have to wait for a while, so I decided to walk around the hallway a bit and look around for any other classes that have started already. I get a hunch that someone is coming near Room 113, but it ends up being a student instead. It's one of my short-term friends, Marissa, and she's wearing a think black cotton type of jacket with some kind of brown or dirty colored shirt and dark pants. Her face looks just the same, but she has a brown beard showing. I can see why I didn't find this weird because she actually did a play where she had to paint a beard to act as a man.... The teacher eventually comes, and everyone is already trying to find their new seats. There's probably 10-15 people inside, excluding the teacher. Most of these people are familiar faces. There's one guy who looks like Gere wearing a black shirt and dark pants. Then there's this skater dude that I sat near a lunch table with in middle school, though he was a douchebag in waking life. He's still skinny as ever, and is wearing a white shirt, though I can't remember the color of his pants. Then there's Marissa, who I already mentioned, and then there's another guy that I'll nickname "Hay" for the sake of being anonymous as well. I'm not too sure on that, but whenever I try to recall the details of the classroom, he always pops up. I also think another girl from middle school who had a family history of sickle cell anemia there as well wearing a thin black jacket like Marissa, except she was shorter than her. The teacher was also wearing a thin black jacket and probably a white shirt underneath. I think she had an inverted bowl shape hairstyle, which reminds me a lot like my first English AP teacher before I switched classes. While everyone is quickly finding their seats, I end up being the last one trying to pick a seat, and the teacher isn't really patient herself, in fact she told me, "It shouldn't take long to find a seat..." (paraphrasing here). I awkwardly acknowledge it, but I forget where I decided to sit down. I think she hands out some sheets, and while I'm scavenging through them, I find there's one worksheet that asked two questions. One was related to something about having a specific type of camera. I think it was a Yes or No question. I was confused about this because I thought this was an English class. But I think the reason why I assumed that is because I saw Marissa, who I only met my English AP and U.S. history dual credit class. It seems this is some type of photography class, and I think other people start getting confused as if they're in the wrong class. I can't remember anything else. _________________________ 08.20.2012House (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID In a house with father and mother probably, there was some talk about ants and how they don't go onto certain animals because of their stench....house feels incomplete. Not a lot I can remember here._________________________ 08.20.2012Tennis in the pool (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I wake up, making grunting sounds, and I felt really tired as well. I see one person to the left of me who looks like Jerry in waking life. He's wearing dark clothes. In front of me is a pool, but I can't remember if it's full or not. It had a sky blue glow to it, and apparent, there was supposed to be a tennis match near the pool. I think I ask Jerry if I can join in, but I don't hear anything from him. I see three fluorescent green tennis balls on the grass. I pick them up and formed them into a triangle. A random lady comes out of nowhere and looks at me. It seems she's going to pick up the tennis ball, but I can't remember what she does. She's a little overweight, and based on the cap, she looked like she could be the umpire. This area seems to be the backyard of someone's house. _________________________ 08.20.20123D Thong and Rear Display (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Spoiler for 18+: Random butt of a lady is displayed wearing a full bikini suit. The front area was barely covering her vagina, and the back side....it's basically a string. It's not even covering her asshole at all, and it just looks weird only seeing the butt and not the whole lady.
08.19.2012Zombies...Zombies Everywhere! (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I remember being inside of a very dark room, but it did have some light so I could see everything. In fact, I think I saw things zoomed out a little bit. There was this little test where you would have to wall run, then jump off to the other wall, and then wall run again to make one more final jump to get to a certain ledge. The reason getting to this ledge was so important was that there was an item that prevented you from being attacked by zombies. They would just let you by, but if you took it off, they would charge after you again, but when you put back on the item, you're back to not worrying about them killing you. It was like playing a video game for a while when I finally got the light blue item, I think it was a hat that you wore. I remember dream shifts where Kuniko Houjou from Shangri-La came out of nowhere and decided to do the wall-run and jump to the other side and wall-runs and jumps again to the final ledge with ease compared to me who had to struggle climbing up the final ledge. _________________________08.19.2012Cursed or Lucky? (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID All I remember is that if you pulled something out of a dark object, you would get something like "Cursed" in red colors floating in the air around you, or some positive word with a green or blue color floating around. I've gotten a few "Cursed" pullouts, but it turns out that there was a report that someone hacked into all of these and just let the "Cursed" float around in the whole sum of dark objects with positive outcomes. _________________________08.19.2012Engagement Ring? (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I believe I'm driving a car with my mind. Like, I know it's all a mental thing in your dream, but I mean just as in not actually remembering myself touching the wheel to steer the car. There's a one lane road, and it's one of those lanes where you would go to get to the parking area of a rest station or something like that. There were stop lights, but it mostly consisted of just one light medium that would show one of the three colors at some point. The lights weren't working right, they would shift to green, yellow, and red way too fast. This made driving a pain because I had to stop a few times before I could get on the lane to get a parking spot. I also had to merge into that same lane, which meant I had to wait for other vehicles before me to come. There was a cop vehicle getting close to the left of me, so I obviously gave him the right of way. He didn't look like anyone who was going to pay attention to subtle things like that, but again, he was wearing sunglasses, so I don't know where his eyes were focused on. Once he's in front of me, I pretty much go as slow as I can, because one, I never rode a car, excluding riding around a large empty parking area for practice with my father, in my life. I didn't care about the other drivers behind me possibly mouthing me off inside of their vehicles. After the cop finally speeds up a little, I can't remember how I park, but I get out of the vehicle at some point to go inside this building. I believe my father was there sitting, waiting for me for something, and then there was one girl that I felt was my future girlfriend....if that makes any sense???? =P She was fairly short, maybe 1 feet shorter than me, and had an over exaggerated type of hour-glass figure. Her ass was pretty huge for her height, and she had long and curly brown hair. I couldn't see her visage, just her body. She wore tight dark blue jeans, and it augmented her contours a lot. She gets close to me, and I think I take her hand. We probably said something, but I forget what exactly. Then I had a feeling I was missing something, and that's when my father came in to talk about some ring he bought for me for the girl I'm with? I'm still very doubtful if that's what he really did. I talked to him about something related to a receipt, and then...... I can't remember anything at all......... _________________________08.19.2012Garrador and The Yellow Flash (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside of a room with a vanilla type of tile flooring, with a very bright light on top. It seems I'm on the run from something, and with each room I go to, it's the same design all over like I mentioned in the first sentence. I see some enemies from Resident Evil 4, or at least, that's what it felt like at first, but I didn't pay much attention to them since I can easily dodge and dash away from them. What I was really concerned is how overconfident I was, as I'm opening the doors, I encounter many randomly generated enemies, and there was even a Garrador that was coming after me, but that was because of my being playful. I think this Garrador could actually see, because I did not make any distinct sounds other than the door opening. I freaked out when it looked at me, so I closed the door quickly and dashed for another random door. I tried to eliminate the thought that it was going to follow me, and it turns out it disappeared. Now I'm in a room where I'm upstairs, and there are people downstairs trying to block me from to another level up. The path that I would go to was laid out with a red carpet in the middle. Hmmm...this red carpet thing is one dream sign that I still remain passive about. I had some fear that these people would really hit me, but they were pushovers, the moment I started faking my movements, they were too confused, and I instantly dashed through them. Once I reached the next floor, I have to go downstairs again I believe, and this time, it was kind of tedious to find a way to go at a certain speed without screwing things up. So instead of trying to dash through these random people, I think I jumped in the air and did a back-flip over them. The dream shifts, and I'm not taking any part of it except watching someone who looks like Minato from Naruto trying to infiltrate a building by himself. He has one Flying Thunder God Kunai in his hand, and completely makes every single guard trying to block him useless. Spoiler for Rambling :P: (In a nutshell, the Flying Thunder God Technique is where you can transport yourself instantly based on where the sealed Kunai is. So if you were to throw it at someone, and they dodged it, if you timed it write, the second the dodged it, you transport yourself to the Kunai's location and do a surprise attack.) I think it's cool having something like that in your disposal, especially if something came up to attack you, and you don't have any time to react, you can just transport yourself to escape if you have a location marked with a sealed kunai or technique formula somewhere. And appearing in the blink of an eye would be scary for anyone in your way. Anyway, he throws the special kunai away from the guards to transport himself behind them, and then more guards started to come. So he quickly throws the kunai back from the entrance to confuse them some more. I can't remember much after that._________________________08.19.2012Facebook Comments (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I post a status on Facebook, and people are actually interested in it. I think it's because it was related to something about parties in general. Though I can't remember any of the comments posted, everyone seemed to be interested in other people's comments. Yeah, nothing "exciting" after that. _________________________08.19.2012Stranger Handshake (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside of a vehicle, me and my father get out, and he happens to meet someone I knew in waking life. Let's call him "Sheh." Apparently, Sheh and my father know each other, and they both give a handshake to each other and they even do the shoulder brace and pat on the back to each other. I was surprised that he would know Sheh, but only for a little while until I went back to feeling neutral again. Sheh was wearing a long dress shirt, and some dark colored jeans, he's the type of person who likes dressing well. I can't remember anything else.
08.16.2012Blackmail & Lady's HOT voice (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID (Just keeping this for reference: Lady in bed is similar to a lady I talked to about where I wanted to go in life while on my trip to New York, and I had feelings she was into me, even though she is currently married...name starts with "S")....some note that was....ha!!!! I believe I'm with my father and mother again, and we're getting ready to pack our things and move somewhere. I don't know where, but somewhere, the environment is dark gray, with white lights emitting from above. I remember seeing a vehicle parked next to them, and it honestly feels like I'm in a parking garage. I wanted to go back to the elevator to the room we were in before, I take the elevator, but I'm not aware of picking any kind of floor, I just go in, and I guess things happened just like that. The elevator opens, and I enter into a room. It's dark, with little lighting, and I looked at the bed right in front of me. Someone is obviously sleeping here, but I can't tell who, they have themselves covered with white sheets. I have a feeling it's someone I know in waking life, so I make sure I walk silently to get whatever it is that I wanted. I don't know where I went, but I came back to the bedroom that was near the elevator door. I look at the bed one more time, and I see the person is finally awake. I'm shocked at first, but I decided I might as well stay for a while and see who it is. She has black hair, she looks up to me and asks me something related to why I'm leaving so soon or something like that. She really didn't want to see me go, and I assumed so based on her voice, it was so kind to me, it's as if she wanted me to hold my position near the bed and not move one inch. She had way of words, because I honestly could not see any reason to leave so soon. Whatever it is she said to me, god..... Her voice was so bloody enticing, it it possible to be fully turned on by someone's voice? After a while, I had to say goodbye to this lady, and I guess she did so as well. I go into the elevator, not even paying attention to which floor I picked in advanced. Then I get a flash in my mind of being in that same bedroom again with the lady with the enticing, lewd, and sexy voice. It seems I had a recording of her before I talked to her of when she had sex with someone. The voice recorder resembles the model I have in waking life that I wanted to use for recording lectures, but there just a few extra buttons, and I think it was a different color in this dream. Anyway, I play the recording, and I hear her moans as whoever it is continues to penetrate her. She starts using dirty words in synch with her screams and moans of pleasure. After the recording ends, I'd say it was 10 seconds overall, there was a button that gave me the option of sending this information to VH1. LOL what? I was tempted to press this button, and I think I even clicked it, but I clicked it one more time to cancel the transfer. Apparently, the transfer would be wireless, and I heard all sorts of beeping sounds that I didn't know verified what. I was worried that I was probably to late when I wanted to cancel it, because there were a few beeps occurring that would sound like I sent something in correctly. I find another button on the recorder where I could see the video of her having sex with someone. She has herself in the spread eagle position, bracing against the bedhead, and sheets covering most of her waist and part of her legs. I can't see who's having sex with her, but it's a person with light skin tone for sure. Definitely not her husband as far as I know. Don't tell me I'm a manwhore in my dreams now...... OKAY, back to the dream, she's really enjoying what this man is giving her, and I hear the voice recording go in synch with the video, so it really is the video version of it. I even get tempted to send that to VH1 as well, but I don't think I do._________________________08.16.2012Feigning Crying and Social Anxiety (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID There was a lot going on in this dream, so it's really hard managing how things started out. Holy crap, I need to get better with this recall thing and making sure the only thing I do is type my dreams out the first time I wake up.....this dream could be longer, but because I had trouble synching those events together......eh......just another thing to conquer. I remember being inside of a house, it's fairly dark inside, the windows emitting light from the moonlight is pretty much the only thing keeping this house from looking like it went into a blackout or something. I remember parts where I would come in and out for something, and every time, I would see a couple in a bedroom doing random things. One was a man in a black tuxedo, and the other would be a woman in a red dress that had portions of the dress that completely wrapped her to where her hourglass body structure was apparent. I took these people for random dream characters, even though I know them being manifested are part of my dream signs of seeing a females in red dresses. So much passive demeanor, it's as if I have a naivete of a child that still believes babies are delivered through storks. It's so sickening, but I let myself play things out to see how they go, I just have to....I don't know why.... I open the door to get outside, and now it's night time, with the tall street lights emitting light orange light, saturating the clean concrete that is now a cul-de-sac. I look around, and see that people are sitting around the edges of the cul-de-sac in fold-able chairs (mostly). I see that most are young females, though I didn't really take the time to start doing a mental rating of who's hot and who's not because I was insecure on how I looked to them. They were passing glances at me, causing more mental stinging on my part, which forces me to resort to something to distract myself from their gazes. I take my left arm out while continuing to walk, and pretended that I had to do some random inspection of it, even scratching it because I felt a slight itch on it. I did this for a while, and then resorted to rubbing my the top of my head all the way down to my chin, pretending that I was tired. I finally reached the end of the cul-de-sac where a straight line would be formed, and sat next to a random person in the small get together everyone is having around here. Someone informs me that someone had died, but I can't remember who specifically. In my mind, I honestly did not care about their death, because it didn't trigger any emotions of sadness for anyone that I knew that I thought was close to me. But since this person is trying to be gregarious with me, I started to feign feelings of sorrow. I even stood up for a while to ask in a pretentious shock, "Really??? Him???" I slowly descend down to the ground again, covering up my eyes with my hands, making wringing motions as if I'm going to cry. No.....merely feigning tears at this point, but I did make sounds to show that I was crying, and I honestly tried to cry to make it seem like I cared, but it only ended up with little more water saturating my eyes, but only at that, no dripping at all. I did feel some kind of liquid stained below my eyes, but it was most likely the sweat accumulating from wringing my hands to feign the tears. I get up, and decided to go back inside of the random house I was in before. I think the dream shifts at this point, and there's one part that I feel doesn't belong, but here goes. I'm inside a house, it feels like the same random house, except it's now daytime, judging by how bright the windows are emitting light, even going through transparent light gray curtains reflecting some of it back. There are a lot of people in here, I'd say 5+, including my father. I pay no attention to the other people except my father. The walls in the house are light green, similar to a house I've been too before for vacation. There's an entertainment center just like the one in waking life. It has a glossy and shiny dark brown painted wood finish to it. There's also a bunch of items and accessories around the place, but I only focus on my father. He's wearing his glasses, and seems to be talking to someone at the moment. I get closer to my father, just waiting for him to include me in the conversation. I don't know why I wanted to, but I just kept quiet until he makes a response about me. He talked about how I would call him constantly to update on small things. I get annoyed by this, and told him that I don't do that kind of stuff. He looks at me seriously, but then puts on a smile and taps my head with his finger. WTF, did you just do the "Itachi" tap on the forehead just now? LOL, I'm not Sasuke bro (Sorry, maybe Naruto Shippuden fans might get what I said). Spoiler for What kinda sorta happened...:P: It made me calm down though, the tap on the forehead that is....what the hell.....WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED. LOL, was I being petted just now? I couldn't really do anything, couldn't really feel any kind of anger trying to get it's way back into my reality again...damn it... I turn to the man that my father is talking to, and he puts his hands out, and I shook his hand. I didn't know his name at all, all I remember is him wearing a Hawaiian type of dress shirt with dark gray dress pants. I knew he had a dark skin tone, and then I decided to leave the house. The dream shifts again, and now I'm back in the same night time at the cul-de-sac. I still reform to pretending that I'm trying to make sure I'm fine, because the female glares still kept mentally stinging my mind, and this time, when I reached the end of cul-de-sac...... I see a mirror in front of me, and I see myself....I'm wearing the yellow and black horizontally striped sweater I have in waking life, along with denim looking jeans. These jeans were a bit too small for me, in length, but they were perfectly fine in width. I looked so innocent, and I still had some focus on how short the jeans were. That's all I remember for that one. _________________________08.16.2012Passenger Seat (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside of a vehicle, most likely the Chevy Blazer my father owns in waking life, and I'm on the passenger seat. I pay no attention to my father at all, or whoever it is that's driving. I have my body faced perpendicular to how they're sitting, and the door on my side was completely opened while they were driving. So I'm facing the door that would've been closed instead of facing the front windows. Ignoring the obvious that this is a dangerous thing to do, the passive demeanor on my part is absolutely remarkable. I actually enjoyed having the vehicle door opened, and I realized that there were a few things contained in the little slots on the top and bottom door. It's bright as day outside, but since we're going pretty fast, the wind makes me ignore looking up in the sky. The breeze felt so nice......probably my fan in waking life at my apartment blowing in high speeds is what is causing this homologous variation in my dream. Anyway, there seems to be a black leather folder contained in the bottom slot of the car door that's opened, and also a stack of papers packed closely together with a black binder clip on the right side. The top ends of the papers are blowing very rapidly, but everything is safely contained in the bottom slot. Nothing is going to come out at all, despite the rapid winds from the vehicle going at high speeds (I'd say 70+ mph) because that's the point where if you were to slide down the window, it would just be constant wind blasting in your ear. I have my seat belt on, so I guess I'm not that passive. =P I have my shins forming a V shape, which makes my feet align closely together, and I have one of my elbows resting on top of the other hand that's perpendicular to the same elbow having the forearm up so I can rest the side of my face on my hand. I'm just looking at traffic, random traffic, seeing the cars go by a little slower than what we're going out. In fact, there seems to be a traffic delay, and then I noticed the vehicle I'm in slows down to their speed now. I guess this just gives me more time to look at my environment, whoop dee doo! But I really took the time to pay attention to the traffic, and I honestly cannot comprehend why I want to locked in this position facing away from whoever it is that's driving for me. I see a couple of people's faces waiting for the traffic to start disperse. On my side, the vehicle is probably going at 1-5 mph, but at least it's moving compared to the others at a complete stop. One noticeable dream character though, as the vehicle on my side continues to advance, I see one lady with only her left side having a complete eye, nose, and mouth. The right side was completely gone, or at least overshadowed by extreme darkness. In order to not show that I was really freaked out by this, since she was looking at me, I take the hand on my right side that was resting on the right side of my jawline, and shifted it diagonally to cover my mouth while closing my eyes at the same time. I felt so ashamed that I couldn't contain myself with being shocked that this woman's face did not show completion on both sides. I kept closing my eyes, wishing things could speed up a bit more so that this same lady would just be like those other random dream characters that would be faded away from my mind. I'm sure I opened my eyes again at some point, but just wanting to forget that lady's visage was my main priority. It just kept stinging to me mentally, "be grateful on how you look." DAMN IT.....thanks for the belittlement repressed feelings! _________________________08.16.2012Taylor Swift Acrobatics (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside a room mostly with shades of brown, and I'm near a table with a paper bag in the middle. The table is light gray, extremely thin, and supported by black metal legs. I see a blonde sitting on the floor a few feet away from the table. She looks exactly like Taylor Swift, and she's wearing a fancy light violet dress that is slightly transparent. She looks cute, and she's doing some really random things on the floor. The floor was a faded brown, and the lights from above made a reflection on it. The Taylor Swift lookalike has her elbow resting on her other hand so she can rest her jawline. Then she starts getting a little too open with herself. She literally does a leg split, showing her panties, which are also a color of violet! Isn't this cute?!?!? She matches everything together! Go Taylor! /sarcasm. (I don't hate her, just couldn't help but be amazed on how she matches everything....EVERYTHING....) After watching her giving me a show of her panties, someone comes in, and I think after they talk for a while, I realize the paper lunch bag is actually for me. I started getting ecstatic for no apparent reason, and I had some weird hunch that women would be inside of the brown paper lunch bag. Lmfao, what the heck was wrong with me in this dream?? I opened the lunch bag, and it had all sorts of treats, small blueberry muffins (oh man, they looked soooooo tasty), and all sorts of little desserts inside. I think the person wanted to take one inside the bag, but I just moved the bag away from them. MINE MINE MINE is pretty much my behavior in the dream.
First day for the Shared Dreaming Password Experiment I'm hosting for 30 days, this is the first day....and today's my birthday as well! 08.15.2012Adult Anime Billboard Animation (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID WOKE UP AROUND 4:39 AM and started to sleep around 11:30-11:40PM, and most likely went into deep sleep around Midnight or so, and it's my Birthday today! Way to start off this experiment huh? Hopefully my subconscious will give me a gift.....I don't...like seeing my dream guide or even spirit guide? I believe I'm outside of an area that seems to be near sunset, or early morning. I can't tell if the sun on the horizon would be going up, or going down. It seems to be an intersection I go to a lot in College Station (except now part of that way is blocked off from a construction site). I look at a billboard and see something very graphic, in fact, it was an animation as well. Spoiler for 18+: There was a picture of an anime girl, she had dark brown hair, and not all of her visage and head structure was on the billboard. There was a picture of an erect penis, it had an apricot/peach shaft, and the head of the penis was completely cherry red. The penis was moving in and out of the girl's mouth, and based on how some of her facial features are blocked off, I'd say the extra set doing that were her arms being tied up. All of this (face, penis, etc.) was in profile view. She has her eyes closed too, and is forced to be a victim of the moving penis that doesn't seem to be giving her any kind of breathing room. I pondered on what could be operating this, and then I see myself in third person view (I think that's me). I'm wearing a black shirt, along with some dark blue pants or shorts. Even though I can't see myself taking out my dream penis, pretending to hold it made me realize that I'm actually the one making this animation move..... WOW. And this actually promotes me to do it more and more and more. I even did subtle but distinct movements, like making rubbing motions around her mouth, putting the head halfway inside her mouth, and back out. I even pretend to stroke it, and saw that there was pre-cum as well coming out. ............................. I continue doing all sorts of things, but then I see a car coming near me, which prompts me to just stop the whole act before I make a fool of myself to someone. The car itself is some form of a dark color, and the person driving the vehicle has a familiar vibe to them. I think the dream shifts here, actually, it most likely shifted when the person in the car drives near me. He looks really familiar, but I don't know anything about this guy at all. Every time I'm looking at him, it's like my mind is saying "Look look look!l look pay attention to this guy!" But I can't get anything off from this person, I can't even comprehend why I would get these little mental pokes that this person is important in something. Anyway, since my mind is indirectly giving me hints here, I wave at the person passing by in the car, and they wave back as well. The man seems to be in his 30s-40s, looks Hispanic, has a dark gray shirt. By the time he gets out, I see noticeable changes in the dream environment. We're now in the middle of the road, and I believe my father is to my right side. I'm bracing my back along whatever vehicle I'm near, and it's probably what my dad was driving in the dream. The man is now in full view, and he's wearing dark blue shorts. It seems that based on his visage, he went through a stressful lifestyle. Certain areas were jagged, and some parts looked like his skin was going to drain in youth. I take my hand out, since I got a hunch from before, and he takes his hands out as well. The handshake wasn't really a decent handshake, the guy looked more oblivious than I was, or even awkward to see me. His laconic and almost non-verbal speech (mostly him saying "uh-huh" etc.) really bothered me because I felt this was just a random dream character that I had to pretend to show interest to. I think this same man started to ask my father some questions, and my father answers them almost immediately, I'd say 3-5 seconds after the question was asked. I think one question was related to me and college/university, and my father responds something along the lines of, "Oh no, he doesn't go to college, he works-----" I blocked off everything else he said in my mind or at least made the auditory input he made more passive in my hearing..... I look at my father with a very concerned look on my face, but I keep quiet and see how this plays out. My father is still having conversation with this man, and I noticed he's (father) wearing a dark vanilla looking shirt, and some khaki pants, along with some brown sandals or brown lace-less shoes. That's all I remember for that one. _________________________08.15.2012Eating Plastic Plates (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm outside somewhere, and it seems a party would be starting in very gloomy weather. It looks as if it might rain, and the dark clouds creating this slightly cold environment didn't make anything better. I remember seeing myself from aerial view walking somewhere along a sidewalk, and I would enter some kind of gateway to get into the front yard of someone's house. The front yard itself was very spacious, for a front yard that is, and I think there were party items and accessories confined a few series of tables covered in what seems to be a very very light violet color. I think I take one plastic plate, and then eat it. I don't know why, but I'm pretty sure I'm just eating the plastic plate....and I actually remember how it felt. It felt like having those mint breath strips in your mouth where it would dissolve easily, but while it was as thin as a breath strip, I still have to chew the waxy coating from the plastic, and then it feels I'm chewing hard gum now. _________________________08.15.2012Seroquel and Competition (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I remember being in a large room with light violet flooring, and Seroquel apparently has quite a few paintings and drawings for a competition that displayed the results through several meter-like objects. There were certain categories that I can't really remember, but I'm sure they were associated to the drawings and other aspects of the competition. I remember seeing a blue and green object flash before my eyes for a few seconds, and then came back to focus. I can't remember anything else from this dream._________________________08.15.2012Genderless Man??? (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Apparently, a dream character who looks like Robert Andrew Ri'chard does not have male or female private parts. I see he's wearing a skin-tight light blue suit that looks like it's fit for gymnastic use. Apparently, the loss of not having either private parts gives him an advantage when competing. I remember seeing him from a close view, and he's in the process of talking to someone near him. He looks enthusiastic and content when he's talking to this person as well. _________________________08.15.2012Why are my Parents Here? (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I feel an engine running, I feel myself resting at a 90 degree angle on a chair, and I hear someone talking inside. I open my eyes slowly, and find it's my mother talking. My father is driving the vehicle, and I do a nose plug reality check. I do this a few times to make sure I'm really dreaming. I take a moment to look at both of them inside the vehicle. Then I tapped my mother's shoulder and waited for her to turn around and look at me. This dream character looks exactly like her. I tap on her shoulder a bit, and she finally turns around waiting for my question, but all I wanted to do was gaze at her visage for a bit. I turn over to my father, and asked both of them, "What is the purpose of you two being here?" My father responds with something along the lines of, "You mother is not -------------" I can't remember the rest, but I remembered that I couldn't do anything but just pause and widen my eyes in shock. I felt as if my body was shaking. What does he mean by that? I most likely woke up, but I don't know why, and this was probably when I woke up for a few seconds and went back to sleep.
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I was at some family function with my father and sister. Maybe golf, something about a wedding. Then I was in a car, discussing banks and the price of food with my family. My dad expressed that he was tired. The dream jumps to a house. My sister and I hear that our father just had a baby. We're extremely confused, and discuss the possibilities: perhaps our mother had had a female ejaculation, and the egg happened to land in his penis? There was an image with that too. That was a very strange image. My dad came out of his bedroom and explained to us that he did not give birth to a baby. He merely found the baby in a plastic bag. My grandmother laments over the fact that the baby is not European. My sister and I talk in the second floor hallway, and then we hear someone talking on the first floor. It was a woman, and she seemed to be talking on a cell phone, describing how she had just broken into our house. My sister and I exchanged glances and fled into our respective bedrooms and locking the doors, hoping she'd choose to leave. I decided to take a shower. I walked into the bathroom and started talking to a friend of mine. I suddenly realized that the baby thing was really ridiculous. I think there was a second thing that tipped me off, but I don't remember. I performed the nose plug and became lucid. I stared at my hands very briefly, and then quickly remembered that I wanted to try CALD. There was a girl in front of me. I called out to her, "Sith!" I might have been floating, I remember reaching my arm out to her. I woke up. I suspect I either became lucid at the end of my REM cycle, or I got too excited.
8-10-2012 It was a fitful night of sleep but a very productive one. Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 D1 First Job There was a lot of chaotic dream imagery going on in my childhood home. By the end of it, I remember a replay of the day I went off to my first real job. It didn’t really happen like the dream, this was as if it was being reacted again. From what little I remember of the day, this dream’s reenactment had a lot more upbeat-ness to it than the real event. There were other people there as well that were not there in real life but the real participants didn’t interact with them almost as if they were extras just there to fill in the background. The overall feeling was that my mom and I were so glad that I was finally going off to a real job; we were almost giddy with happiness. I’ve been working since I was 16 and was never giddy to start any job. Notes: I see this as my subconscious putting on a play on this subject. My subconscious’ retelling of the event is an interesting take and one that makes me focus on my own possibly dower mindset and questioning the amount I worry. I guess that time should have been a giddy one being as big as it was but why it wasn’t is now something to think about. Awake, I tossed off the covers I was way too hot. Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 D2 Necromancing Again, a lot of chaotic dream happenstances going on in dry outside “scrub” areas. I am flying around a lot in a California area. I see a nice California suburb and a nice house on a hilly street and fly in only to see the family right there behind the door and they are up to something. They are all (father/mother/20+son/16+daughter) going to rollerblade out the front door, down the street and down a very very steep street to the bottom of the hilly area where a train track was; it looked deadly but they were very happy and getting ready to go. As I looked down where they would go my attention followed and I was now looking at another typical California house but not in a comfortable suburb and more on its own and with large succulents growing in the front yard made of rocks and sand. This house had a retention pond next to it filled with green water. There was a road in front of the house and in the road was a dead cat with dried blood and body fluids staining the road. Thinking about the cat gave me a higher level of lucidity and I commanded, “back to life and all [internal] parts back the way they were” and I made a gesture with my hand to push life energy out toward and into it. Nothing happened. Still I sat waiting. Then it moved, the mound of fur got up off the blood stained area and I could see the cat’s face and its legs clearly. It staggered slightly as if it had woken from anesthesia or something, down toward the retention pond where it took a good drink. Afterward the reanimated cat walked off to my left toward the house still groggy but seemingly perfectly fine. I was happy that I had found a new dream power. While awake I pulled up the covers being way too cold. I tried to remember the alive cat. Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 over most of dream Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 D3 Father in the lot There was more chaotic activity and I flew around but I came to a vacant lot that seemed to be somewhere in a central North Carolina area with that red soil. For some reason I was looking for a link to the real physical world from here in the dream world and I thought I could find it here. I looked over the lot, there were a lot of people here milling around and I asked them but they had no idea what I was talking about. I circled the lot from the road front to the back and then back up to the road front finding nothing. I was pretty lucid at this point and noticed dreamers popping into this area either from other dreams or from just falling asleep, it was an interesting area, especially for a weeded empty lot. Then someone popped in that looked like my father when he was in his 20’s. I was a bit shocked thinking if that was really him. He stood there looking off into the distance smoking a cigarette with a lot of attitude like they used to in those old movies. I fully realized he could look however he felt, this is the dream world. I walked past him looking. Then he turned to me, I saw it really was him and we both hugged. Then I said “So, Welcome to North Carolina” and as I put my hands out encompassing the dry dirty red soiled vacant lot and street, a boy popped in right to my right with a look of complete surprise. I was annoyed with this dreamer getting in my way and pushed him out of my way with my arm. In hindsight I remember this boy back from a dream I had of looking in a mirror and I was he, a towheaded 10-year-old chubby white boy with a crew cut. I ignored the boy and walked back to the back of the lot with my father following, he was more concerned with how he felt than anything anyone else was doing. I asked a dreamer that looked like he knew something where this was but he just looked at me for a second then looked back at the rusted stove he was wresting with, with some other guys. I wandered around and found my way inside a department store inside an open-air mall. I was still trying to find a connection between here in the dream world and the physical world and was very aware of the dreaming world’s rules. While wandering around this place I rhetorically asked a three foot tall impressionistic statue of a T-Rex “where is this place” and it started to come to life, which shocked me! This small yellow metal impression of a T-Rex had been given some of my life by me asking it something, by my giving it my attention and this I felt sorry for since it was barely a T-Rex or anything, it was bad art that would have a life like that so I foolishly as a reflex said to it “oh sorry” which only served to give it more life! It then jumped off the shelf it was on and down to the floor very alive and becoming more so. It looked up at me like it was speaking but I heard nothing. This was uncomfortable and felt sorry for it so I walked past it to take my attention from it so it could go wherever such unintended creations went. I saw a sales girl behind the makeup counter and asked her my now constant question but more pointedly so that she knew what I was talking about, “where is a point of reference between the physical world and this one?” She looked at me with a sarcastic look of “are you nuts?” Then I see one of those cash register laser guns red lights and think that maybe the point of a common link between the two worlds is not a thing but an energy, maybe the photons can be that link. I woke up and was still too cold and now ached too, I felt like I had been on my back for hours.
08.09.2012Littlezoe Statue? (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm in a large room, and it feels like a museum in a way. The dominant colors in here are mostly white intertwined with lighter hues of brown, muddy brown specifically. (I wish I had the female's sophisticated scale of colors in my head.....just kidding about that. ) It feels so spacious, though I didn't really take that into consideration while in the dream. At my current position, I can look to my left, and I see triangular medium with the top cut off to make a square base has some sort of statue of a cat. I looked into the composition of the cat, and I keep having feelings that it's somehow associated with Littlezoe on Dream Views. The feelings kept accumulating, and I eventually had to take my eyes off it. I don't know why, maybe it could be that I didn't want to have my mind saturated with those thoughts, or I had some random objective in this dream. I believe I go upstairs to do something, but it's all speculation at this point. _________________________ 08.09.2012Lois Griffin and OpheliaBlue Spanking (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I wish I could recall more of this.... There's a weird process where if something happens (dang it, why can't I remember?), a person gets intensely spanked. I think Lois Griffin was one of those people, and apparently, OpheliaBlue was next. OH YEAH.. I remember it being practiced somewhere upstairs in a random building, and there was a small walkway where people can be rolled over and spanked. Sigh...only a dream, but not a reality... _________________________ 08.09.2012Beer Belly Man (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I really don't want to go into detail of this dream, but to keep disciplining myself with keeping a steady dream journal, here goes... I remember being in a room with my father, and some random dream characters. Though some of them look familiar to me, they don't really associate with people that would be considered "friends" to me or my father. I remember the flooring consisting of a dark red carpet layering, and the walls themselves had the same color, or at least some kind of dark color. I remember an old man who's looks Indian is completely naked in the torso region. He has a beer belly, a REALLY big one, and he has his left arm resting on the side handles of the red sofa-like furniture he's sitting in. He's wearing glasses, and are very trimmed around the edges as well consisting of a black color. Blah blah blah, that's all I remember.
7 august 2012 I had a short dream, extremely vivid. I walked into my kitchen, and noticed a puddle of water on the floor. I traced the leaking to a cupboard adjacent, noticing it was dripping slowly. Upon opening the cupboard, I looked up and saw the leak. It was a large white pipe that curved and went through the top and left sections of the cupboard, in an 90' degree L shape. However the end of the pipe would have had no end, this should have been my first indication I was dreaming, carrying on... I don't remember my thoughts, but I guess I was bummed about about the pipe leaking, as you would be. My first image was my father, I wanted to call him and ask for advice on fixing a leak like this, and would have done so if I hadn't exited the dream. I was awoken by a deep breath, or yawn, it wasn't violent, but it was enough to shake me out of the dream. Funny thing is, when I went into the kitchen to check the cupboard, I found there wasn't even a pipe there at all.
08.05.2012College Appointment (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm inside of a room, and it seems to be a hotel, and not my apartment. It seems my mother and father are both in here as well...looool. Anyway, while I'm looking through some random papers, I think it somehow reminds me of the appointment that I can set up to switch my classes before the year starts. I think I'm going inside of a room to change or something, and my father passes by, and I tell him that I have to go somewhere to find what classes I need to change. I thought he would say something negative, but it seems he keeps clear and just nods. I think my mother gets worried about the funding that I'll be getting for college. I get annoyed by this quickly, and I find some small random video clip that should convince her to ease her paranoia. The same clip involved Elie from Rave Master, and then some random female voice declaring that college funding isn't really all that bad or something like that. I tell my mother to listen to that video clip when she can, and she leaves. I noticed the carpet is red, and there are two beds as well, and the walls are white as well. This is the part below I'm confused on whether or not it belongs in this dream plot. It automatically changes to night time, and I'm riding my bicycle along the bicycle lane slowly. I reach an intersection, and look left and right for any cars coming, but it's clearly obvious that this place is empty of traffic. Even the traffic lights have shut off, but I still make sure to check. There's a few randomly generated DCs walking on the sidewalks as well, and for some I had a weird hunch would look similar to people in waking life if I paid attention to their presence. I turn to the left, and keep riding until I get on the street that will lead me to the Sbisa building. The dream setting suddenly gets brighter. I go into a random building, and it's a long stairway going up. I go up a few levels, and then see a girl with black hair. She's wearing a white shirt and blue jeans, she's petite, and is Hispanic. She looks a lot like a girl named Olivia that rode the same buses I did in Middle School and even in High School. She's chasing boys, literally, but I don't know what factors she's using to do so in the first place. I feel bad for her in a way, and I quickly went up to her, put my hand slowly on her shoulder and declared that she shouldn't put herself in a position like this. I know I felt bad for her, but I don't think my words matched to the situation, but either way, I smiled at her, even though she didn't look at me, and I walked away. After that, I can't remember anything.
Updated 08-05-2012 at 07:36 PM by 47756
I was either traveling to China with my father, or already in China. I was in a store looking for a suitcase with a few dudes, then they were replaced by my crush, Jade. One of the suitcases had some glass compartments, and I thought, “they’d be perfect for storing food, even ice cream!” I saw that my dad had tried to call me on my phone, but my phone didn’t have service anymore. I asked to borrow Jade’s phone, and when I started pressing buttons, the phone was beeping. Jade grabbed the phone from me, hurriedly putting the phone on silent so we wouldn’t be heard. I urged her to hurry up, as people started to gather in the room we were in; they made me uneasy. Some of those people were missing limbs, or were smeared with blood. Just imagine the blood is a darker shade, closer to purple. Suddenly all of the merchandise in the room was gone, and there was just a circle of chairs. One man sat in a chair and started sharing a zombie story. Jade got excited and wanted to join. “Jade, don’t, we have to go.” “Caenis, you have to do what I say!” Good to know she's demanding even in my dreams. Jade sat down next to the man sharing the story, and quickly began sharing her own zombie story. I watched the crowd of bloodied and dazed people grow. Anxious, I abandoned Jade, making my way to the front of the store. The front of the store was dark, most of the lights had gone out. There weren’t any more humans, crowds of zombies passed me by. I peered in a room where a human corpse was sitting in a chair, with a severed zombie head on top of his. His head was crushed beneath the zombie head. I found the exit and wandered the streets. Zombies and humans ran chaotically through the city. Zombie blood sprayed my right cheek. I wiped it off and decided that I wouldn’t turn into a zombie from coming in contact with the blood. I observed a few zombies get struck by lightning, and thought it fitting that even nature was trying to retaliate against the zombies. I found a nice couple to travel with, and we walked to a Georgian city. We stopped in front of a large, elevated building. I looked up and muttered “No….” It was a train station. Though there were no zombies on the streets of Georgia, I knew zombies would pour out of that train station. People and zombies alike streamed out of the train station, and lightning struck the building causing an explosion. My hand was torn or bitten off. Determined to not become a zombie, the couple and I suddenly appeared in a room. They amputated part of my arm in hopes that the zombie infection would not spread. “Cauterize the wound” the woman declared while stretching and cutting my skin. My skin was peach-colored and transparent.
Updated 08-04-2012 at 11:35 PM by 53983
08.03.2012Alyzarin and False Awakening (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I HATE FALSE AWAKENINGS. I hate it so much, that I have to use CAPS. I open my eyes, all droopy and shit, HA HA HA, feels so real too you know!!!?!?!? I look at the laptop I always have by my side to wake up from the alarm I have set. I open windows live messenger, and I see Alyssa (Alyzarin) log on. This is where the bloody nbullsghakjdgsfsgvnfdbg happens. I ask myself, "Why is she on so early?" I thought she'd be sleeping like a baby. My eyes want to shut down, and I fall back to sleep. Alyssa wasn't on at all....FALSE AWAKENING, DAMN IT._________________________ 08.03.2012Teaxs (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Yeah, I know I spelled Texas wrong, because that's how it was spelled in a store I went to in this dream. I was driving a vehicle (I don't drive, so much for reality checking). I'm driving pretty slow, feeling that if I do anything too quick, something bad would happen. I turn to the left, kept straight until I saw a few stores coming up. I get out of the vehicle, and it seems my father is waiting for a friend to come with us. I don't know how I know this, but apparently, this same person he's waiting for was cheating on someone before years ago. It seems to me that he probably met him to settle some things. The man is fairly old, he has a blue dress shirt tucked into some dark dress pants. I didn't really pay attention to him talking to my father, I was just a watcher. We go inside the store, and before we go all the way in, I see that at the entrance, it says "Teaxs" instead of "Texas." I didn't want to pay attention to it for too long, since the words were stacked closely together, and at first glance, I just assumed it was "Texas." The dream shifts, and I believe we're at someone's house. There's white tile flooring, and each of the creases is covered in black. There's a random dark skinned man, wearing a long gray vest and some short pants. He's also wearing a black cap turned the other way, and had a beard as well. I think we asked him about his life, and he declared something about doing one thing, and then having to find a job at some point. He shrugs his shoulders when he tells us that. That's all I can remember._________________________ 08.03.2012Jenny is a Bloody Tease (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Oh god, first of all, this dream made me realize how perverted I was when I played Bloody Roar Primal Fury for the Nintendo GameCube, and played as Jenny at one point. Sometimes I would pause the screen, and just look at her, everything....EVERYTHING...I would even spam the emote for her to say "Yes" in that enticing voice of hers.....oh god....and some of the moves she did, I swear....are they even LEGAL? Anyway.... It's pretty obvious I'm lying on my back on a floor, and the whole room is dark and has a blue atmosphere around it. It's blurry at first, and I feel I can't really move right now. I see a blonde female walk on the left side. I still can't do anything, and she gets near me, squats down with her ass in front of me, and waves her fanny all around my face. She doesn't even make her ass touch my face, at all. She leaves me there to just be teased, and even asks me, "You want this?" with a smile on her face, and she was wearing blue latex I believe as well, very tight latex that I could see her cameltoe. T________T WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY JUST WHY THAT WASN'T NECESSARY. WHY!!!! THAT WAS....HER GENITALS WERE LIKE 2 INCHES AWAY FROM ME! God, why....I'm still trying to cry from this, but I can't...sigh......stop teasing me already!!!!
-The Problem With Driving- This dream's origin is seemingly lacking in my inner-most memory, though what I do remember is being high up in the mountains. It was dry up there, little plant life and mostly rock and dirt, some grass here and thee. The sky was purple and somewhat cloudy, though it was not the kind of purple one might see at a late sunset hour. It was fantastic, strange and perplexing, yet so informal in my vision. I also hated it. I hated the feeling around me. To add to my hatred of such an area, my dad forced me to drive up there with his car. We were ment to be going to somre museum or observatory or something, something in the mountains. Once we arrived, it was a picnic area. Kids played around on a grassy little field with a picnic table in the center. He told me to drive home. With my lack of experience, I was shooting in the wind now. So, I drove down. I kept trying to dodge small poles along a sort of pathway that I was required to go down to get home, but this pathway wasn't even on the road. In due time, I hit one of the poles and left a nervingly sized dent in the side door. I went down into a tunnel, nervous my dad would find out, and speak of the devil he was suddenly sitting right next to me in the car. I snapped, then said I'll get home myself. I got out, the tunnel being a orange-purple hue of light. In my hands, I suddenly had a scooter, and I hate scooters, but I was masterful at riding them in this dream. I took a final look back at the car, the black scion with a dent of a white color on the right side of the car. I scooted off, and that was how it ended. Notes: This reminds me of situation not long back where I had to drive up a hill with many turnpikes.
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