Date: 16/07/2012 Place: My bed Time of getting into bed: 10.35pm 100mg B6 before bed Waking thoughts in black Non lucid dreams in blue Lucid dreams in red Dream 1 - non lucid (1.29am) I am in an attic with a group of other people. The attic is very large, and typical of an attic that has not been finished - ie it does not have a floor, but beams of wood on insulation, and the inside of the bare roof etc. We seem to be there for a reason because there is a leader of some sort, although all we do is sit and chat. I am lying / balanced on one beam which is very uncomfortable and I keep shifting position. My pockets are full of what I believe to be change (coins) and I keep making sure it is not falling out. The whole attic is on a slant and it is very difficult not to slide down and fall. Someone turns the lights out to demonstrate how dark it is. It is PITCH BLACK. I am not scared, rather in awe of the limitless dark. I accidently brush the guy sat next to me, and when the lights go back on he accused me of touching him up and I try to apologise. We then start watching film recordings of ourselves from apparently earlier in the dream. Dream 2 - non lucid (4.49am) I am at a large Ice Skating rink with 2 of my real life friends, I and D. We are waiting for Lady Gaga to come and perform. Eventually she comes on the 'ice' with another celebrity. The dream skips to us sat at a large table, which is like a trough. The table is filled with strawberries, and Lady Gaga comes and pours something over the strawberries and tells us to mix it up. We do, but one person ignores her as they aren't a fan. She argues with them. The food turns into Onion rings and chips, and we have to eat the lot. It's a HUGE amount, but somehow we manage it, just by eating. My nephew suddenly calls me, and I give him an onion ring to eat. He tries to tell me something. Dream 3 - non lucid (9.10am) I am in a fighting tournament. Each fighter has certain special powers. The first contestant is someone called 'Casio.' She is a young girl wearing goth-like attire. She loses. I am next, I am fighting against a family of normal people. I have a paintbrush as my weapon. I win by painting the family, then sucking the real family into the painting. My style is dark and scary, I am wearing red and black. The family was all bright and colourful. We leave and go home on a coach or bus. Dream 4 - non lucid (11.09am) I am with my ex. We seem to have sorted out our differences and are being friendly. We are walking down the beach, and see an old friend who is a bit rude to us. We then walk to the same friend's house, where she now lives. She is a lot older and has lost quite a bit of weight. She is married and has a few kids. She is wearing a purple dress. Her husband sits on the sofa next to me. She talks and talks for ages, we get a bit bored. She is telling us how she has learnt to be nice after losing weight, and that she was mean to her own kids for being thinner then her. Her husband agrees. He is putting tobacco into bags, and asks me to smell it to see if I can tell it's cheap tobacco. I smell it and tell him I can't tell. She keeps talking and we make excuses to leave. Dream 5 - non lucid This was a random dream fragment I just remembered about an hour after waking. I get an iphone for Xmas from my mum, and tell her she doesn't have to get me presents anymore as I'm too old. However I do love the phone.
My parents and I took a trip to a motorcycle shop. My dad turned a black Harley Davidson and played with the engine a bit. He made it go "Rum rum rumrumrumrumrumr RUUMM rumrmumrumrum!" I see a lady coming out of the shop, she walks towards us and asks, "Hmm, I have a few bikes in the back, they're much better than these ones up front! But please, adults only." My mom gestured me to stay back and she walked with my dad to the back of the shop. A cutscene shows my parents walking into a dark room. A pentagon was painted on the floor, with candles around the edges. The lady pushed them onto the pentagon and said some sort of chant. My parents mutated with each other, and became some sort of demon. "It" had a ram skull head, it's chest belched fire, and the hands, oh the hands were horrible. They were full of blood and had long, black claws. The hands didn't have any flesh, instead, they were just skeleton. I was frightened for my life. I saw the fire come from the back of the shop, and ran for my life. I ran and ran, all I saw were lights of stores and restaurants. It was late at night, about 11:00. I kept running, until I stopped at one restaurant. There was an essence there, an essence of comfort, love, and peace. I walked into it. I felt safe, as if I was...home. I walked up to a person that was sitting at a table, and I screamed, "Miss! You have to help me! My parents...th-they've turned into monsters....Please! Help me!!!" The lady turned and to my suprise, it was Lady Gaga! She had, peach colored hair, with aqua-blue highlights. In a sweet voice she replied, "Don't worry, I'll protect you. Here, maybe this will make you feel better." She stood up, and walked to a keyboard. She played beautifully for a few seconds then began to sing, "Whenever I dressed cool my parents put up a fight...." (This song is Hair, from her new album Born This Way, and it's my favorite song at the moment) The chorus, when she hit the chorus, it was beautiful. This dream went form a blood curdling nightmare, to a sweet, comfortable eden. As she finished the song, I woke up.
I went to the doctor’s office with my mom. Our doctor was an interesting woman with a voice and a personality like a man’s… Deep down, though, she still had that motherly instinct. She had a terrible habit of smoking in the hospital, which a blond nurse kept coming into the room to ask her to stop doing in front of us. It made no difference to her. The doctor explained that she only checked teeth on the first visit, so she had us each open our mouths and show her our teeth for three seconds. Once that was done, she took off her rubber gloves and shrugged. “That’s it. See you next time.” Before we could leave, however, a white-haired man with glasses came into the room. He smiled faintly when he made eye contact with me. “Excuse me, but I’d like to step in as this boy’s doctor starting next week,” he said. Our manly woman doctor put her hands on her hips. “What? Why?” “I think I understand why he’s here… Would that be alright?” “Well, sure… As long as he’s fine with it, too.” Everyone looked at me. “I don’t see why not…” I said. In truth, I just wanted to get away from this doctor’s smoke. Now that all of that was settled, we were able to leave the doctor’s office. I overheard my new doctor whispering something to the woman after we exited the room. The dream jumped. We returned to the doctor’s office sometime later. My doctor was late, so the woman doctor took me into her room anyway. I noticed she wasn’t smoking… That was a good sign. She checked our teeth again, but she was a little more thorough this time. She paid particular attention to my teeth, and I thought that meant they weren’t doing so well, but she smiled after each of the three rounds of inspection. She only had one complaint. “Try not to go so hard on your front teeth,” she said. “They’re in pain.” “His teeth are in pain…?” my mom wondered in amazement. I understood what the doctor meant, but there was no way I could explain it to my mom. She lacked the experience to assimilate it. The doctor asked about my life and studies, so I explained my academic interests and lucid dreaming practice. “I also work at an airport,” she said after I mentioned studying electrical engineering. “My job is to assess risks and input danger zones in the airport mapping system. We isolate areas with cones and what have you, then put the danger point in as a user under the protection platform with a timer for removal.” She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a pretty complicated job sometimes, but I enjoy it.” “That’s so good of you!” my mom complimented. “You’re keeping people safe at the airport.” “Yeah,” I added, “and most people at the airport probably don’t think about…” My mom interrupted me, but I let her finish. Neither of us really listened to what she had to say. It’s not that we didn’t care, but it literally could not be anything important – we both understood this as a fact. “Go ahead,” the manly woman doctor urged me after my mom was done speaking. “Well, as I was saying, most people at the airport probably don’t think of it as dangerous. The ones who are terrified of airports are either scared of the people or the planes, and the people who don’t have that fear see airports as a fairly safe place. Without people like you, that wouldn’t be possible.” The doctor smiled. I almost expected her to give me a fist pump. The door to the room opened, and in walked my new doctor. I noticed he wore a white sword on his hip, but I didn’t say anything about it. The woman doctor started smoking again, and I covered my mouth and nose so I wouldn’t get a headache. Smoke gives me serious headaches… “Oh? Are you smoking again?” my doctor asked. “When we met last week, you said you were going to stop that dirty habit…” “It’s not me, it’s…” She trailed off as a red portal appeared behind my doctor. He drew his sword. “It’s her!” A fancy, red car appeared beneath the huge portal. It drove out of the building and down the street. I saw it long enough to notice a woman with pale skin and fried, blond hair in the driver’s seat. Her eyes were as black as the night. Both doctors rushed to the front of the building, and I hesitantly followed them. My mom came along to tell me not to wander around the doctor’s office. “We’ve got to do something…” the woman doctor said in a hoarse, choking voice. “Well, that’s what he’s for, isn’t it?” The dream jumped. I was in the basement of a store in the Imperial City of Tamriel. A bunch of women with bizarre, neon hair colors lurched around the building naked like zombies. I cut through their bodies with Apheri, and they dissolved into black shadows. I felt that this was all part of Oblivion. I wondered why there were still NPCs here, thinking that I’d deleted the mod that implemented them. I supposed their zombie-like behavior was the result of null dialog and a lack of AI presets; they didn’t know how to behave, so they just wandered around aimlessly. Anyway, once I destroyed most of these, I saw a girl sitting with her legs crossed on a rounded ledge built into the corner of the room. She was wearing a shirt, frilled black skirt. Her hands rested at her sides until I approached. Then she looked up at me and screeched. It was the woman who came through the portal at the doctor’s office! I saw her name for a brief moment – Lusark Decidies or something like that. Her black eyes seemed to suck me in, but then she transformed into a bloody heart. Her membranes attached themselves to the floor and the ceiling, suspending this pulsating lump of organic material in the air. I slashed across it, and she howled again as her blood shot out into the room. She transformed into a web of needles next. The area around her became a fireplace. There was some kind of weird, razor-sharp curtain attached to the mantle. When I rotated a wheel on the base of the mantle, this curtain was moved in line with the woman’s needle web. The whole time, electricity was shooting out of the walls at her for some unexplained reason. I heard voices talking in the back of my head. “That final boss was boring,” one guy said. “No way! The lightning was really cool.” I continued cranking the curtain wheel. The woman groaned at the pain. She shot needles at me, but I didn’t care. I was pretty sure I could survive if I just killed her quickly. “You know, a lot of people compare her to Lady Gaga, but I don’t see the similarity.” “What? She’s Lady Gaga’s oversoul. Didn’t you know?” “I don’t think so…” I kept cranking the wheel, and the curtain got stuck on the corner for a bit. When I got it through, it started going toward the wall. If I could get it all the way to the wall, I would rip out all of her energy – I just knew this instinctively. “She doesn’t try to stop you from finishing?” I asked the voices. The curtain was almost to the end. “Sure she does.” A hand reached out of the web of needles, grabbing the curtain and crushing it. She was much more powerful than me; even turning the wheel at full force, I couldn’t keep her from jerking the curtain back. I put some more effort into it, but it was no use. I was losing. I heard the door of my room open and felt my physical body roll over. What would my roommate think if he saw me turning an invisible wheel in bed? I woke up.
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